The Wicked Envy And Hate; It Is

Proverty And Wealth Are Comparative Sins.

The Left-handed Are Precious; They Take Places Which Are Inconvenient For The Rest.

One Only Needs To See A Smile In A White Crape Bonnet In Order To Enter The Palace Of Dreams.

As We Have Said, Robust Souls Are Sometimes Almost, But Not Entirely, Overthrown By Strokes Of Misfortune....despair Has Steps Leading Upward. From Total Depression We Rise To Despondency, From Despondency To Affliction, From Affliction To Melancholy. Melancholy Is A Twilight State In Which Suffering Transmutes Into A Somber Joy....melancholy Is The Enjoyment Of Being Sad.

In Every Cradle Decked With Rosy Wreath Lurk Germs Of Death.