In Praising Or Loving A Child, We

One Doesn't Always Lose When One Has To Do Without.

A Word Spoken Is A Terrible Thing When It Suddenly Utters What The Heart Has Long Allowed.

Every Author In Some Way Portrays Himself In His Works, Even If It Be Against His Will.

The Soul-stirring Image Of Death Is No Bugbear To The Sage, And Is Looked On Without Despair By The Pious. It Teaches The Former To Live, And It Strengthens The Hopes Of The Latter In Salvation In The Midst Of Distress. Death Is New Life To Both.

Error Is To Truth As Sleep Is To Waking. I Have Observed That One Turns, As If Refreshed, From Error Back To Truth.