One Point Is Certain, That Truth Is

To Look Upon Its Grass Grown Yard, Where The Sunbeams Seem To Sleep So Quietly, One Would Think That There At Least The Dead Might Rest In Peace.

Oh The Grave!--the Grave!--it Buries Every Error--covers Every Defect--extinguishes Every Resentment! From Its Peaceful Bosom Spring None But Fond Regrets And Tender Recollections. Who Can Look Down Upon The Grave Even Of An Enemy, And Not Feel A Compunctious Throb, That He Should Ever Have Warred With The Poor Handful Of Earth That Lies Mouldering Before Him!

The Englishman Is Too Apt To Neglect The Present Good In Preparing Against The Possible Evil.

Love Is Never Lost. If Not Reciprocated, It Will Flow Back And Soften And Purify The Heart.

Small Minds Are Subdued By Misfortunes, Greater Minds Overcome Them.