Men Can Bear All Things But Good

To Forgive Freely, Is What We Owe To Our Enemy; To Forget Not, Is What We Owe To Ourselves.

In All Troublous Events We May Find Comfort, Though It Be Only In The Negative Admission That Things Might Have Been Worse.

It Is Only In Sorrow Bad Weather Masters Us; In Joy We Face The Storm And Defy It.

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

Perhaps When The Light Of Heaven Shows Us Clearly The Pitfalls And Dangers Of The Earth Road That Led To The Heavenly City, Our Sweetest Songs Of Gratitude Will Be Not For The Troubles We Have Conquered, But For Those We Have Escaped.