Hopes And Regrets Are The Sweetest Links

We Would Liken Music To Aladdin's Lamp — Worthless In Itself, Not So For The Spirits Which Obey Its Call. We Love It For The Buried Hopes, The Garnered Memories, The Tender Feelings, It Can Summon With A Touch.

Occupation Is One Great Source Of Enjoyment. No Man, Properly Occupied, Was Ever Miserable.

Oh, No! My Heart Can Never Be Again In Lightest Hopes The Same; The Love That Lingers There For Thee Hath More Of Ashes Than Of Flame.

The Rich Know Not How Hard It Is To Be Of Needful Rest And Needful Food Debarred.

Ah, Tell Me Not That Memory Sheds Gladness O'er The Past, What Is Recalled By Faded Flowers, Save That They Did Not Last?