The Past Is Perpetual Youth To The

Who Has Not Experienced, At Some Time Or Other, That Words Had All The Relief Of Tears?

Travel Is As Much A Passion As Ambition Or Love.

The Truth Is, We Like To Talk Over Our Disasters, Because They Are Ours; And Others Like To Listen, Because They Are Not Theirs.

To Be Rude Is As Good As Being Clever.

Perhaps, From An Innate Desire Of Justification, Sorrow Always Exaggerates Itself. Memory Is Quite One Of Job's Friends; And The Past Is Ever Ready To Throw Its Added Darkness On The Present.