The Fruit Of Life Is Experience, Not

To Forgive Freely, Is What We Owe To Our Enemy; To Forget Not, Is What We Owe To Ourselves.

Solitude Is Such A Potential Thing. We Hear Voices In Solitude, We Never Hear In The Hurry And Turmoil Of Life; We Receive Counsels And Comforts, We Get Under No Other Condition.

... Trouble Of All Kinds Is Voluble, And Has Plenty Of Words, But Happiness Was Never Written Down.

It Is Little Men Know Of Women; Their Smiles And Their Tears Alike Are Seldom What They Seem.

What Is Unreasonable Is Irrefutable.