For Man's Greatest Crime Is To Have

How Surely A Knowledge Of The World Hardens The Heart!

Never Confide Your Secrets To Paper; It Is Like Throwing A Stone In The Air; And If You Know Who Throws The Stone, You Do Not Know Where It May Fall.

These Flowers, Which Were Splendid And Sprightly, Waking In The Dawn Of The Morning, In The Evening Will Be A Pitiful Frivolity, Sleeping In The Cold Night's Arms.

For Even In Dreams A Good Deed Is Not Lost.

A Good Action Is Never Lost; It Is A Treasure Laid Up And Guarded For The Doer's Need.