Alack Our Life, So Beautiful To See,

Hope Is Incredible To The Slave Of Grief.

Rarely Do Great Beauty And Great Virtue Dwell Together.

Love Is The Crowning Grace Of Humanity.

If A Hundred Or A Thousand People, All Of The Same Age, Of The Same Constitution And Habits, Were Suddenly Seized By The Same Illness, And One Half Of Them Were To Place Themselves Under The Care Of Doctors, Such As They Are In Our Time, Whilst The Other Half Entrusted Themselves To Nature And To Their Own Discretion, I Have Not The Slightest Doubt That There Would Be More Cases Of Death Amongst The Former, And More Cases Of Recovery Among The Latter.

Suspicion Is The Cancer Of Friendship.