Cupid In These Latter Times Has Probably

Death Was Too Definite An Object To Be Wished For Or Avoided.

There Is So Much Wretchedness In The World, That We May Safely Take The Word Of Any Mortal Professing To Need Our Assistance; And, Even Should We Be Deceived, Still The Good To Ourselves Resulting From A Kind Act Is Worth More Than The Trifle By Which We Purchase It.

Life Is Made Up Of Marble And Mud.

The Present Is Burdened Too Much With The Past. We Have Not Time, In Our Earthly Existence, To Appreciate What Is Warm With Life, And Immediately Around Us.

We Sometimes Congratulate Ourselves.