We Are Ourselves Our Happiness.

Habit Is Our Idea Of Eternity.

Ah, Tell Me Not That Memory Sheds Gladness O'er The Past; What Is Recalled By Faded Flowers, Save That They Did Not Last? Were It Not Better To Forget, Than But Remember And Regret?

All Profound Truths Startle You In The First Announcement.

Assuredly, Meeting After Absence, Is One Of - Ah, No! - It Is Life's Most Delicious Feeling.

Ingratitude Is The Necessary Consequence Of Receiving Favors Of Which We Are Ashamed.