No Great Inner Event Befalls Those Who

In Any Event, A Truth That Disheartens, Because It Is True, Is Still Of Far More Value Than The Most Stimulating Of Falsehoods.

We Possess Only The Happiness We Able To Understand.

All Mothers Are Rich When They Love Their Children. There Are No Poor Mothers, No Ugly Ones, No Old Ones. Their Love Is Always The Most Beautiful Of Joys.

When We Lose One We Love, Our Bitterest Tears Are Called Forth By The Memory Of Hours When We Loved Not Enough.

All Our Knowledge Merely Helps Us To Die A More Painful Death Than The Animals That Know Nothing. A Day Will Come When Science Will Turn Upon Its Error And No Longer Hesitate To Shorten Our Woes. A Day Will Come When It Will Dare And Act With Certainty; When Life, Grown Wiser, Will Depart Silently At Its Hour, Knowing That It Has Reached Its Term.