Youth Is A Season That Has No

No Thoroughly Occupied Man Was Ever Yet Very Miserable.

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.

We Might Have Been - These Are But Common Words, And Yet They Make The Sum Of Life's Bewailing.

Delicious Tears! The Heart's Own Dew.

Suicide And Antipathy To Fires In A Bedroom Seem To Be Among The National Characteristics. Perhaps The Same Moral Cause May Originate Both.