The Wretched And Miserable Should Turn To

Youth Is A Blossom Whose Fruit Is Love; Happy Is He Who Plucks It After Watching It Slowly Ripen.

I Do Not Often Laugh, Sir, As You May Perceive By The Air Of My Countenance; But Nevertheless, I Retain The Privilege Of Laughing When I Please.

Order Is The Key To All Problems.

Joy To Hearts Which Have Suffered Long Is Like The Dew On The Ground After A Long Drought; Both The Heart And The Ground Absorb That Beneficent Moisture Falling On Them, And Nothing Is Outwardly Apparant.

God Is Merciful To All, As He Has Been To You; He Is First A Father, Then A Judge.