Men Can Bear All Things But Good

There Is No Corner Too Quiet, Or Too Far Away, For A Woman To Make Sorrow In It.

Old Age Is The Verdict Of Life.

That Is The Great Mistake About The Affections. It Is Not The Rise And Fall Of Empires, The Birth And Death Of Kings, Or The Marching Of Armies That Move Them Most. When They Answer From Their Depths, It Is To The Domestic Joys And Tragedies Of Life.

This World Is Run With Far Too Tight A Rein For Luck To Interfere. Fortune Sells Her Wares; She Never Gives Them. In Some Form Or Other, We Pay For Her Favors; Or We Go Empty Away.

When We Leave Society And Come Into The Presence Of Nature, We Become Children Again; And The Fictions Of Thought And Action Assumed Among Men Drop Off Like A Garment.