A Woman's Pity Sometimes Makes Her Mad.

The Greeks Said Grandly In Their Tragic Phrase, 'let No One Be Called Happy Till His Death;' To Which I Would Add, 'let No One, Till His Death, Be Called Unhappy.'

But The Child's Sob Curses Deeper In The Silence Than The Strong Man In His Wrath!

Capacity For Joy Admits Temptation.

Life, Struck Sharp On Death, Makes Awful Lightning.

Many A Crown Covers Bald Foreheads.