Men Are Like Trees: Each One Must

God Sends Experience To Paint Men's Portraits.

The Morbid States Of Health, The Irritableness Of Disposition Arising From Unstrung Nerves, The Impatience, The Crossness, The Fault-finding Of Men, Who, Full Of Morbid Influences, Are Unhappy Themselves, And Throw The Cloud Of Their Troubles Like A Dark Shadow Upon Others, Teach Us What Eminent Duty There Is In Health.

I Think You Might Dispense With Half Your Doctors If You Would Only Consult Dr. Sun More.

A Library Is But The Soul's Burying Ground. It Is A Land Of Shadows.

There Is Nothing That Is So Wonderfully Created As The Human Soul. There Is Something Of God In It. We Are Infinite In The Future, Though We Are Finite In The Past.