Mystery Hovers Over All Things Here Below.

Friendship, Sweet-resting Place Of The Soul, The Gloaming Wherein Our Hearts Find Peace.

Grief Knits Two Hearts In Closer Bonds Than Happiness Ever Can; And Common Sufferings Are Far Stronger Links Than Common Joys.

Providence Conceals Itself In The Details Of Human Affairs, But Becomes Unveiled In The Generalities Of History.

Barbarism Recommences By The Excess Of Civilization.

Habit With It's Iron Sinews, Clasps Us And Leads Us Day By Day.