A Man Nearly Sixty Is Just As

Solitude Is Such A Potential Thing. We Hear Voices In Solitude, We Never Hear In The Hurry And Turmoil Of Life; We Receive Counsels And Comforts, We Get Under No Other Condition.

It Is Little Men Know Of Women; Their Smiles And Their Tears Alike Are Seldom What They Seem.

... How Poorly Do We Love Even Those Whom We Love Most! We Are Not Only Bruised By The Limitations Of Their Love For Us, But Also By The Limitations Of Our Own Love For Them.

Laughter Is Always Fatal To Feeling.

Love, Like Destiny, Loves Surprises.