Be Kind. Aim For My Heart.

In Prosperity Prayers Seem But A Mere Medley Of Words, Until Misfortune Comes And The Unhappy Sufferer First Understands The Meaning Of The Sublime Language In Which He Invokes The Pity Of Heaven!

Unfortunates, Who Ought To Begin With God, Do Not Have Any Hope In Him Till They Have Exhausted All Other Means Of Deliverance.

Love Is The Most Selfish Of All The Passions.

Nothing Makes Time Pass Or Shortens The Way Like A Thought That Absorbs In Itself All The Faculties Of The One Who Is Thinking. External Existence Is Then Like A Sleep Of Which This Thought Is The Dream. Under Its Influence, Time Has No More Measure, Space Has No More Distance.

Without Reflecting That This Is The Only Moment In Which You Can Study Character," Said The Count; "on The Steps Of The Scaffold Death Tears Off The Mask That Has Been Worn Through Life, And The Real Visage Is Disclosed.