All Changes Are More Or Less Tinged

One Should Not Run On A New Road.

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

To Forgive Freely, Is What We Owe To Our Enemy; To Forget Not, Is What We Owe To Ourselves.

The Fruit Of Life Is Experience, Not Happiness.

That Is The Great Mistake About The Affections. It Is Not The Rise And Fall Of Empires, The Birth And Death Of Kings, Or The Marching Of Armies That Move Them Most. When They Answer From Their Depths, It Is To The Domestic Joys And Tragedies Of Life.