Despair Snuffs The Sun From The Firmament.

One Must Be A Wise Reader To Quote Wisely And Well.

Time Is One's Best Friend, Teaching Best Of All The Wisdom Of Silence.

Good-humor, Gay Spirits, Are The Liberators, The Sure Cure For Spleen And Melancholy. Deeper Than Tears, These Irradiate The Tophets With Their Glad Heavens. Go Laugh, Vent The Pits, Transmuting Imps Into Angels By The Alchemy Of Smiles. The Satans Flee At The Sight Of These Redeemers.

Every Sin Provokes Its Punishment.

Evil Is Retributive: Every Trespass Slips Fetters On The Will, Holds The Soul In Durance Till Contrition And Repentance Restore It To Liberty.