To-day Is Always Different From Yesterday.

Death, Which We Are Accustomed To Consider An Evil, Really Acts For Us The Friendliest Part, And Takes Away The Commonplace Of Existence.

An Old Novel Has A History Of Its Own.

Love Is But The Discovery Of Ourselves In Others, And The Delight In The Recognition.

The Man Who In This World Can Keep The Whiteness Of His Soul Is Not Likely To Lose It In Any Other.

Death Is The Ugly Fact Which Nature Has To Hide, And She Hides It Well.