Grief At The Absence Of A Loved

Life Is A Kind Of Sleep: Old Men Sleep Longest, Nor Begin To Wake But When They Are To Die.

Making A Book Is A Craft, Like Making A Clock; It Needs More Than Native Wit To Be An Author.

A Man Often Runs The Risk Of Throwing Away A Witticism If He Admits That It Is His Own.

Women Are At Little Trouble To Express What They Do Not Feel; But Men Are Still At Less To Express What They Do Feel.

There Is What Is Called The Highway To Posts And Honor, And There Is A Cross And By Way, Which Is Much The Shortest.