It Is Easy To Flatter; It Is

Our Birthdays Are Feathers In The Broad Wing Of Time.

Humankind's Chief Fault Is That They Have So Many Small Ones.

There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which None But A Mourner Can Know.

How Narrow Our Souls Become When Absorbed In Any Present Good Or Ill! It Is Only The Thought Of The Future That Makes Them Great.

Woman And Men Of Retiring Timidity Are Cowardly Only In Dangers Which Affect Themselves, But The First To Rescue When Others Are In Danger.