Love Is The Wine Of Existence.

There Is Not A Single Heart But Has Its Moments Of Longing.

Tears Are Often The Telescope By Which Men See Far Into Heaven.

To Array A Man's Will Against His Sickness Is The Supreme Art Of Medicine.

It Takes A Man To Make A Devil; And The Fittest Man For Such A Purpose Is A Snarling, Waspish, Red-hot, Fiery Creditor.

We Only See In A Lifetime A Dozen Faces Marked With The Peace Of A Contented Spirit.