I Have Learned To Prize The Quiet,

The Saddest Thing That Befalls A Soul Is When It Loses Faith In God And Woman.

The Pale Child, Eve, Leading Her Mother, Night.

Love Is But The Discovery Of Ourselves In Others, And The Delight In The Recognition.

It Is The Sternest Philosophy, But On The Whole The Truest, That, In The Wide Arena Of The World, Failure And Success Are Not Accidents, As We So Frequently Suppose, But The Strictest Justice.

It Is A Characteristic Of Pleasure That We Can Never Recognize It To Be Pleasure Till After It Is Gone.