Sing It Not In Mournful Numbers.

No Doubt You Are Right... There Would Be Far Less Suffering Amongst Mankind If Men... Did Not Employ Their Imaginations So Assiduously In Recalling The Memory Of Past Sorrow, Instead Of Bearing Their Present Lot With Equanimity.

Some People Spend The Day In Complaining Of A Headache, And The Night In Drinking The Wine That Gives It.

No One Feels Himself Easy In A Garden Which Does Not Look Like The Open Country.

The Soul-stirring Image Of Death Is No Bugbear To The Sage, And Is Looked On Without Despair By The Pious. It Teaches The Former To Live, And It Strengthens The Hopes Of The Latter In Salvation In The Midst Of Distress. Death Is New Life To Both.

Everything Has Been Thought Of Before, But The Problem Is To Think Of It Again.