... She Indulged In Melancholy - That

Scattered Wits Take A Long Time In Picking Up.

The Men Who Learn Endurance, Are They Who Call The Whole World, Brother.

It Is Known, To The Force Of A Single Pound Weight, What The Engine Will Do; But, Not All The Calculators Of The National Debt Can Tell Me The Capacity For Good Or Evil, For Love Or Hatred, For Patriotism Or Discontent, For The Decomposition Of Virtue Into Vice, Or The Reverse.

Happiness Is A Gift And The Trick Is Not To Expect It, But To Delight In It When It Comes.

If Her Eyes Had No Expression, It Was Probably Because They Had Nothing To Express. If She Had Few Wrinkles, It Was Because Her Mind Had Never Traced Its Name Or Any Other Inscription On Her Face.