The Darkness Of Death Is Like The

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

How Narrow Our Souls Become When Absorbed In Any Present Good Or Ill! It Is Only The Thought Of The Future That Makes Them Great.

Love Lessens Woman's Delicacy And Increases Man's.

Individuality Is To Be Preserved And Respected Everywhere, As The Root Of Everything Good.

Sorrows Are Like Thunderclouds, In The Distance They Look Black, Over Our Heads Scarcely Gray.