The Intellect Seeks, The Heart Finds.

Sorrow Makes Us Very Good Or Very Bad.

Fretting At Trouble Only Doubles It.

When I Tried To Draw Near, You Dissolved Into Air Before My Lips Could Touch You...

The Publication Of A Book Only Brings Very Paltry Results To Its Author.

Death Must No Longer Be Either The Penalty For Prosperity Or The Consolation Of Misery. God Did Not Destine It To Be Either The Punishment Or The Compensation For Life.