We Generally Get The Evil We Expect.

... Trouble Of All Kinds Is Voluble, And Has Plenty Of Words, But Happiness Was Never Written Down.

It Is Only In Sorrow Bad Weather Masters Us; In Joy We Face The Storm And Defy It.

It Is Always The Simple That Produces The Marvelous.

All Changes Are More Or Less Tinged With Melancholy, For What We Are Leaving Behind Is Part Of Ourselves.

Spiritual Favors Are Not Always To Be Looked For, And Not Always To Be Relied On.