Love, Like Destiny, Loves Surprises.

One Should Not Run On A New Road.

... Trouble Of All Kinds Is Voluble, And Has Plenty Of Words, But Happiness Was Never Written Down.

There Are No Little Events In Life, Those We Think Of No Consequence May Be Full Of Fate, And It Is At Our Own Risk If We Neglect The Acquaintances And Opportunities That Seem To Be Casually Offered, And Of Small Importance.

But What Do We Know Of The Heart Nearest To Our Own? What Do We Know Of Our Own Heart?

For Still I See That Forethought Spares Afterthought And After-sorrow.