The Price Of Apparent Happiness And Enjoyment

When We ... Devote Ourselves To The Strict And Unsparing Performance Of Duty, Ihen Happiness Comes Of Itself.

Death Is But A Word To Us. One's Own Experience Alone Can Teach Us The Real Meaning Of The Word. The Sight Of The Dying Does Little. What One Sees Of Them Is Merely What Precedes Death: Dull Unconsciousness Is All We See. Whether This Be So,--how And When The Spirit Wakes To Life Again,--this Is What All Wish To Know, And What Never Can Be Known Until It Is Experienced.

If It Were Not Somewhat Fanciful To Suppose That Every Human Excellence Is Presented, As It Were, In One Kind Of Being, We Might Believe That The Whole Treasure Of Morality And Order Is Enshrined In The Female Character.

In The Moral World There Is Nothing Impossible If We Can Bring A Thorough Will To It. Man Can Do Everything With Himself, But He Must Not Attempt To Do Too Much With Others.

The Mere Reality Of Life Would Be Inconceivably Poor Without The Charm Of Fancy, Which Brings In Its Bosom, No Doubt, As Many Vain Fears As Idle Hopes, But Lends Much Oftener To The Illusions It Calls Up A Gay Flattering Hue Than One Which Inspires Terror.