Joy, Once Lost, Is Pain

Love! Dearest, Sweetest Power! How Much Are We Indebted To Thee! How Much Superior Are Even Thy Miseries To The Pleasures Which Arise From Other Sources!

He Hath Awakened From The Dream Of Life.

Change Is Certain. Peace Is Followed By Disturbances; Departure Of Evil Men By Their Return. Such Recurrences Should Not Constitute Occasions For Sadness But Realities For Awareness, So That One May Be Happy In The Interim.

Tragedy Delights By Affording A Shadow Of The Pleasure Which Exists In Pain.

Fear Not For The Future, Weep Not For The Past.