Happiness Is A Thing To Be Practiced,

To Render Ourselves Insensible To Pain We Must Forfeit Also The Possibilities Of Happiness.

It Is Sad, Indeed, To See How Man Wastes His Opportunities. How Many Could Be Made Happy, With The Blessings Which Are Recklessly Wasted Or Thrown Away.

We Profit Little By Books We Do Not Enjoy.

A Crowd Is Not Necessarily Company, But Neither Need It Necessarily Prevent Thought Or Disturb Peace Of Mind.

Sunsets Are So Beautiful That They Almost Seem As If We Were Looking Through The Gates Of Heaven.