For Still I See That Forethought Spares

That Is The Great Mistake About The Affections. It Is Not The Rise And Fall Of Empires, The Birth And Death Of Kings, Or The Marching Of Armies That Move Them Most. When They Answer From Their Depths, It Is To The Domestic Joys And Tragedies Of Life.

A Man Nearly Sixty Is Just As Ready To Suppose Himself Fascinating As A Man Of Twenty.

There Is No Corner Too Quiet, Or Too Far Away, For A Woman To Make Sorrow In It.

A Little Misgiving In The Beginning Of Things, Means Much Regret In The End Of Them.

A Poverty That Is Universal May Be Cheerfully Borne; It Is An Individual Poverty That Is Painful And Humiliating.