Trifles Make Up The Happiness Or The

We Have Two Lives; The Soul Of Man Is Like The Rolling World, One Half In Day, The Other Dipt In Night; The One Has Music And The Flying Cloud, The Other, Silence And The Wakeful Stars.

Each Time We Love,we Turn A Nearer And A Broader Markto That Keen Archer, Sorrow, And He Strikes.

The Only Thing A Man Knows Is Himself.

To-day Is Always Different From Yesterday.

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