Life Did Not Present Its Sunny Side

Disappointments Are To The Soul What A Thunderstorm Is To The Air.

Nothing, It Is True, Is More Common Than For Both Science And Art To Pay Homage To The Spirit Of The Age, And For Creative Taste To Accept The Law Of Critical Taste.

The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful Transport To The Light.

Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They Outnumber.

An Honest Man You May Form Of Windle-straws, But To Make A Rogue You Must Have Grist.