They Who Lose Today May Win Tomorrow.

Whom God Loves, His House Is Sweet To Him.

I Am Almost Frightened Out Of My Seven Senses.

Where One Door Shuts Another Opens.

Sleep Is The Best Cure For Waking Troubles.

The Virtuous Woman Must Be Treated Like A Relic - Adored, But Not Handled; She Should Be Guarded And Prized, Like A Fine Flower-garden, The Beauty And Fragrance Of Which The Owner Allows Others To Enjoy Only At A Distance, And Through Iron Walls.