Because The Road Is Rough And Long,

If You Would Have Your Son To Walk Honourably Through The World, You Must Not Attempt To Clear The Stones From His Path, But Teach Him To Walk Firmly Over Them - Not Insist Upon Leading Him By The Hand, But Let Him Learn To Go Alone.

His Heart Was Like A Sensitive Plant, That Opens For A Moment In The Sunshine, But Curls Up And Shrinks Into Itself At The Slightest Touch Of The Finger, Or The Lightest Breath Of Wind.

The End Of Religion Is Not To Teach Us How To Die, But How To Live.

Increase Of Love Brings Increase Of Happiness, When It Is Mutual, And Pure As That Will Be.

There's Nothing Like Active Employment, I Suppose, To Console The Afflicted.