Happiness Is A Ball After Which We

Superstition Is The Poetry Of Life. It Is Inherent In Man's Nature; And When We Think It Is Wholly Eradicated, It Takes Refuge In The Strangest Holes And Corners, Whence It Peeps Out All At Once, As Soon As It Can Do It With Safety.

There Are Situations In Which Hope And Fear Run Together, In Which They Mutually Destroy One Another And Lose Themselves In Dull Indifference.

For Usually People Resist As Long As They Can To Dismiss The Fool They Harbor In Their Bosom, They Resist To Confess A Major Mistake Or To Admit A Truth That Makes Them Despair.

The Day Is For Mistake And Error, Sequence Of Time For Success And Carrying Out. The One Who Anticipates Is Master Of The Day.

One Would Give Generous Alms If One Had The Eyes To See The Beauty Of A Cupped Receiving Hand.