It Is Not The End Of Joy

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.

Like The Greatest Virtue And The Worst Dogs, The Fiercest Hatred Is Silent.

With So Many Thousand Joys, Is It Not Black Ingratitude To Call The World A Place Of Sorrow And Torment?

Each Departed Friend Is A Magnet That Attracts Us To The Next World.

Beauty Attracts Us Men; But If, Like An Armed Magnet It Is Pointed, Beside, With Gold And Silver, It Attracts With Tenfold Power.