Opponents Fancy They Refute Us When They

You Can Put Up With Everything In This World Except Not With A Long Stretch Of Beautiful Days.

The Longer I Live, The More It Grieves Me To See Man, Who Occupies His Supreme Place For The Very Purpose Of Imposing His Will Upon Nature, And Freeing Himself And His From An Outrageous Necessity--to See Him Taken Up With Some False Notion, And Doing Just The Opposite Of What He Wants To Do; And Then, Because The Whole Bent Of His Mind Is Spoilt, Bungling Miserably Over Everything.

The Loss Of A Much-prized Treasure Is Only Half Felt When We Have Not Regarded Its Tenure As Secure.

Our Hands We Open Of Our Own Free Will, And The Good Flies, Which We Can Never Recall.

He Who Is Resolute Conquers Grief.