Joys Are Our Wings, Sorrows Our Spurs.

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

Poverty Is The Only Load Which Is The Heavier The More Loved Ones There Are To Assist In Bearing It.

It Is Simpler And Easier To Flatter People Than To Praise Them.

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

The Last, Best Fruit Which Comes To Late Perfection, Even In The Kindliest Soul, Is Tenderness Toward The Hard, Forbearance Toward The Unforbearing, Warmth Of Heart Toward The Cold, Philanthropy Toward The Misanthropic.