Confidence Is Its Own Security.

Anticipation Is A Bad Sleeping Draught.

How Often, In This Cold And Bitter World, Is The Warm Heart Thrown Back Upon Itself! Cold, Careless, Are We Of Another's Grief; We Wrap Ourselves In Sullen Selfishness.

The Past Is Perpetual Youth To The Heart.

The Very Effort To Forget Teaches Us To Remember.

Doubts, Like Facts, Are Stubborn Things.