Joys Are Our Wings, Sorrows Our Spurs.

Sorrows Are Like Thunderclouds, In The Distance They Look Black, Over Our Heads Scarcely Gray.

For No One Does Life Drag More Disagreeably Than For Those Who Try To Speed It Up.

Never Write On A Subject Without First Having Read Yourself Full On It; And Never Read On A Subject Till You Have Thought Yourself Hungry On It.

Sleep, Riches, And Health, To Be Truly Enjoyed, Must Be Interrupted.

Man Has Here Two And A Half Minutes-one To Smile, One To Sigh, And A Half To Love: For In The Midst Of This Minute He Dies.