Trifles Make Up The Happiness Or The

Happiness Never Lays Its Finger On Its Pulse. If We Attempt To Steal A Glimpse Of Its Features It Disappears.

A Thought May Be Very Commendable As A Thought, But I Value It Chiefly As A Window Through Which I Can Obtain Insight On The Thinker.

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

To Have To Die Is A Distinction Of Which No Man Is Proud.

Death Is The Ugly Fact Which Nature Has To Hide, And She Hides It Well.