Oh! The Good Times When We Were

His Fair Landlady Was In Despair. She Would Most Willingly Have Made M. D'artagnan Her Husband--such A Handsome Man, And Such A Fierce Mustache!

Joy To Hearts Which Have Suffered Long Is Like The Dew On The Ground After A Long Drought; Both The Heart And The Ground Absorb That Beneficent Moisture Falling On Them, And Nothing Is Outwardly Apparant.

D'artagnan, My Friend, Thou Art Brave, Thou Art Prudent, Thou Hast Excellent Qualities, But- Women Will Destroy Thee!" -d'artagnan

There Are Some Situations Which Men Understand By Instinct, By Which Reason Is Powerless To Explain; In Such Cases The Greatest Poet Is He Who Gives Utterance To The Most Natural And Vehement Outburst Of Sorrow. Those Who Hear The Bitter Cry Are As Much Impressed As If They Listened To An Entire Poem, And When Th Sufferer Is Sincere They Are Right In Regarding His Outburst As Sublime.

Misfortune Does Not Help Us To Believe.