We Enter The World Alone, We Leave

Life Is More Than A Theory, And Love Of Truth Butters No Bread: Old Men Who Have Had To Struggle Along Their Way, Who Know The Endless Bitterness, The Grave Moral Deterioration Which Follow An Empty Exchequer, May Well Be Pardoned For An Over-wish To See Their Sons Secured From It; Hunger, At Least, Is A Reality.

True Greatness Is The Most Ready To Recognize And Most Willing To Obey Those Simple Outward Laws Which Have Been Sanctioned By The Experience Of Mankind.

As We Advance In Life, We Learn The Limits Of Our Abilities.

Women's Eyes Are Rapid In Detecting A Heart Which Is Ill At Ease With Itself, And, Knowing The Value Of Sympathy, And Finding Their Own Greatest Happiness Not In Receiving It, But In Giving It, With Them To Be Unhappy Is At Once To Be Interesting.

The Solitary Side Of Our Nature Demands Leisure For Reflection Upon Subjects On Which The Dash And Whirl Of Daily Business, So Long As Its Clouds Rise Thick About Us, Forbid The Intellect To Fasten Itself.