Sorrow Is The Great Idealizer.

There Is No Self-delusion More Fatal Than That Which Makes The Conscience Dreamy With The Anodyne Of Lofty Sentiments, While The Life Is Groveling And Sensual

All The Beautiful Sentiments In The World Weigh Less Than A Single Lovely Action.

And The Poorest Twig On The Elm-tree Was Ridged Inch Deep With Pearl.

Truly There Is A Tide In The Affairs Of Men; But There Is No Gulf-stream Setting Forever In One Direction.

With Every Anguish Of Our Earthly Part The Spirit's Sight Grows Clearer.