It Is Not Great, But Little Good-haps

Only Deeds Give Strength To Life, Only Moderation Gives It Charm.

Paradise Is Always Where Love Dwells.

As Winter Strips The Leaves From Around Us, So That We May See The Distant Regions They Formerly Concealed, So Old Age Takes Away Our Enjoyments Only To Enlarge The Prospect Of The Coming Eternity.

The Words That A Father Speaks To His Children In The Privacy Of Home Are Not Heard By The World, But, As In Whispering Galleries, They Are Clearly Heard At The End, And By Posterity.

Music Is Moonlight In The Gloomy Night Of Life.