Waste Not Fresh Tears Over Old Griefs.

Today's Today. Tomorrow We May Be Ourselves Gone Down The Drain Of Eternity.

In Misfortune, Which Friend Remains A Friend?

This Is Slavery, Not To Speak One's Thought.

The Care Of God For Us Is A Great Thing, If A Man Believe It At Heart: It Plucks The Burden Of Sorrow From Him.

Where There Are Two, One Cannot Be Wretched, And One Not.