So Much To Win, So Much To

Few Save The Poor Feel For The Poor.

Conscience, Like A Child, Is Soon Lulled To Sleep.

Hard Are Life's Early Steps; And But That Youth Is Buoyant, Confident, And Strong In Hope, Men Would Behold Its Threshold, And Despair.

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

There Are Words To Paint The Misery Of Love, But None To Paint Its Happiness.