It Is Strange What Society Will Endure

Confidence Is Its Own Security.

The Blessings Of Matrimony, Like Those Of Poverty, Belong Rather To Philosophy Than Reality.

No Hour Arrives So Soon As The One We Dread.

Toil Is The Portion Of Day, As Sleep Is That Of Night; But If There Be One Hour Of The Twenty-four Which Has The Life Of Day Without Its Labor, And The Rest Of Night Without Its Slumber, It Is The Lovely And Languid Hour Of Twilight.

Who Has Not Experienced, At Some Time Or Other, That Words Had All The Relief Of Tears?