Ingratitude Is The Necessary Consequence Of Receiving

Though Fortune's Wheel Is Generally On The Turn, Sometimes When It Gets Into The Mud, It Sticks There.

Habit Is Our Idea Of Eternity.

How Beautiful, How Buoyant, And Glad Is Morning!

There Is No Wretchedness Like Self-reproach.

Social Life Is Filled With Doubts And Vain Aspirings; Solitude, When The Imagination Is Dethroned, Is Turned To Weariness And Ennui.