Hard Are Life's Early Steps; And But

No Thoroughly Occupied Man Was Ever Yet Very Miserable.

I Cannot Love Evergreens - They Are The Misanthropes Of Nature. To Them The Spring Brings No Promise, The Autumn No Decline; They Are Cut Off From The Sweetest Of All Ties With Their Kind - Sympathy. ... I Will Have No Evergreens In My Garden; When The Inevitable Winter Comes, Every Beloved Plant And Favorite Tree Shall Drop Together - No Solitary Fir Left To Triumph Over The Companionship Of Decay.

Habit Is A Second Nature, And What Was At First Pleasure, Is Next Necessity.

But Ignorance Is Happiness,when Young Hope Is To Show The Way

Hope Is Love's Happiness, But Not Its Life.