Every Man Has His Secret Sorrows.

The Rays Of Happiness, Like Those Of Light, Are Colorless When Unbroken.

Great Men Stand Like Solitary Towers In The City Of God.

There's Not A Ship That Sails The Ocean, But Every Climate, Every Soil, Must Bring Its Tribute, Great Or Small, And Help To Build The Wooden Wall!

Therefore Trust To Thy Heart, And To What The World Calls Illusions.

Truths That Startled The Generation In Which They Were First Announced Become In The Next Age The Commonplaces Of Conversation; As The Famous Airs Of Operas Which Thrilled The First Audiences Come To Be Played On Hand-organs In The Streets.