There Is In The End No Remedy

All The Things Of The Wild Have Their Proper Uses. Only Misuse Makes Them Evil.

Even A Saint May Take Pleasure, In Retrospect, In Having Been Once Desired

Only People Who're Positive Enough To Have Friends Have Enemies. When You're As Glum And Morose As He Was, People Just Give Up And Go Away.

Every Spring Is The Only Spring, A Perpetual Astonishment.

Too Much Trust Is Folly, In An Imperfect World.