The Fearless Make Their Own Way.

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

Ingratitude Is The Necessary Consequence Of Receiving Favors Of Which We Are Ashamed.

Perhaps, From An Innate Desire Of Justification, Sorrow Always Exaggerates Itself. Memory Is Quite One Of Job's Friends; And The Past Is Ever Ready To Throw Its Added Darkness On The Present.

No Thoroughly Occupied Man Was Ever Yet Very Miserable.[to Feel Unhappy You Need The Time To Consider How Your Lot Could Be Better]

Marriage Is Like Money - Seem To Want It, And You Never Get It.