There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which

Only Deeds Give Strength To Life, Only Moderation Gives It Charm.

It Is Easier And Handier For Men To Flatter Than To Praise.

God Is An Unutterable Sigh, Planted In The Depths Of The Soul.

Two Aged Men, That Had Been Foes For Life, Met By A Grave, And Wept - And In Those Tears They Washed Away The Memory Of Their Strife; Then Wept Again The Loss Of All Those Years.

The Burden Of Suffering Seems A Tombstone Hung About Our Necks, While In Reality It Is Only The Weight Which Is Necessary To Keep Down The Diver While He Is Hunting For Pearls.