There Is Nothing Good In This World

We Bury Love; Forgetfulness Grows Over It Like Grass: That Is A Thing To Weep For, Not The Dead.

Trees Are Your Best Antiques

One Never Hugs One's Good Luck So Affectionately As When Listening To The Relation Of Some Horrible Misfortunes Which Has Overtaken Others.

Winter Does Not Work Only On A Broad Scale; He Is Careful In Trifles.

Christmas Is The Day That Holds All Time Together.