A Pleasure So Exquisite As Almost To

Tears Hinder Sorrow From Becoming Despair.

Whatever Evil Befalls Us, We Ought To Ask Ourselves... How We Can Turn It Into Good. So Shall We Take Occasion, From One Bitter Root, To Raise Perhaps Many Flowers.

Colors Are The Smiles Of Nature.

Occupation Is The Necessary Basis Of All Enjoyment.

Part Of Our Good Consists In The Endeavor To Do Sorrows Away, And In The Power To Sustain Them When The Endeavor Fails,--to Bear Them Nobly, And Thus Help Others To Bear Them As Well.