Remembrances Last Longer Than Present Realities.

A Variety Of Nothing Is Superior To A Monotony Of Something.

There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which None But A Mourner Can Know.

The End We Aim At Must Be Known, Before The Way Can Be Made.

Sorrows Are Like Thunderclouds, In The Distance They Look Black, Over Our Heads Scarcely Gray.

In Science The New Is An Advance; But In Morals, As Contradicting Our Inner Ideals And Historic Idols, It Is Ever A Retrogression.