Love, Like Destiny, Loves Surprises.

Solitude Is Such A Potential Thing. We Hear Voices In Solitude, We Never Hear In The Hurry And Turmoil Of Life; We Receive Counsels And Comforts, We Get Under No Other Condition.

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

The Nighttime Of The Body Is The Daytime Of The Soul.

When A Man Has Calamity Upon Calamity The World Generally Concludes That He Must Be A Very Wicked Man To Deserve Them. Perhaps The World Is Right; But It Is Also Just Possible That The World ... May Be Wrong.

Spiritual Favors Are Not Always To Be Looked For, And Not Always To Be Relied On.