Tears Are Often The Telescope By Which

Repentance Is The Turning Of The Soul From The Way Of Midnight To The Point Of The Coming Sun.

The Blossom Cannot Tell What Becomes Of Its Odor, And No Person Can Tell What Becomes Of His Or Her Influence And Example.

The Cynic Is One Who Never Sees A Good Quality In A Man, And Never Fails To See A Bad One. He Is The Human Owl, Vigilant In Darkness And Blind To Light, Mousing For Vermin, And Never Seeing Noble Game.

Nobody Ever Sees Truth Except In Fragments.

When A Nation's Young Men Are Conservative, Its Funeral Bell Is Already Rung.