It Is Not The Tree That Forsakes

It Is The Infirmity Of Our Nature Always To Believe Ourselves Much More Unhappy Than Those Who Groan By Our Sides!

Ah," Said The Jailer, "do Not Always Brood Over What Is Impossible, Or You Will Be Mad In A Fortnight.

Life Is A Storm. One Minute You Will Bathe Under The Sun And The Next You Will Be Shattered Upon The Rocks. That's When You Shout, "do Your Worst, For I Will Do Mine!" And You Will Be Remembered Forever.

If It Is Ones Lot To Be Cast Among Fools, One Must Learn Foolishness.-the Count Of Monte Cristo

For In Those Tacit Understandings Which Maintain The Bond Of Family Union, The Mother Is Really The Mistress Of Her Daughter Only Upon The Condition Of Continually Presenting Herself To Her As A Model Of Wisdom And Type Of Perfection.