Men Of Much Depth Of Mind Can

Always Say A Kind Word If You Can, If Only That It May Come In, Perhaps, With Singular Opportuneness, Entering Some Mournful Man's Darkened Room, Like A Beautiful Firefly, Whose Happy Circumvolutions He Cannot But Watch, Forgetting His Many Troubles.

Most Terrors Are But Spectral Illusions. Only Have The Courage Of The Man Who Could Walk Up To His Spectre Seated In The Chair Before Him, And Sit Down Upon It; The Horrid Thing Will Not Partake The Chair With You.

Nature Intended You To Be The Fountain-spring Of Cheerfulness And Social Life, And Not The Mountain Of Despair And Melancholy.

No Man, Or Woman, Was Ever Cured Of Love By Discovering The Falseness Of His Or Her Lover. The Living Together For Three Long, Rainy Days In The Country Has Done More To Dispel Love Than All The Perfidies In Love That Have Ever Been Committed.

No Doubt Hard Work Is A Great Police Agent. If Everybody Were Worked From Morning Till Night, And Then Carefully Locked Up, The Register Of Crime Might Be Greatly Diminished. But What Would Become Of Human Nature? Where Would Be The Room For Growth In Such A System Of Things? It Is Through Sorrow And Mirth, Plenty And Need, A Variety Of Passions, Circumstances, And Temptations, Even Through Sin And Misery, That Men's Natures Are Developed.