In These Matters The Only Certainty Is

The Best Plan Is To Profit By The Folly Of Others.

In Time Of Sickness The Soul Collects Itself Anew.

Grief Has Limits, Whereas Apprehension Has None. For We Grieve Only For What We Know Has Happened, But We Fear All That Possibly May Happen.

There Is In Them A Softer Fire Than The Ruby, There Is The Brilliant Purple Of The Amethyst, And The Sea Green Of The Emerald - All Shining Together In Incredible Union. Some By Their Splendor Rival The Colors Of The Painters, Others The Flame Of Burning Sulphur Or Of Fire Quickened By Oil.

Wine Refreshes The Stomach, Sharpens The Appetite, Blunts Care And Sadness, And Conduces To Slumber.