Nothing Is More Beautiful Than Cheerfulness In

Remembrances Last Longer Than Present Realities.

Flowers Never Emit So Sweet And Strong A Fragrance As Before A Storm. When A Storm Approaches Thee, Be As Fragrant As A Sweet-smelling Flower.

It Is Not The End Of Joy That Makes Old Age So Sad, But The End Of Hope.

I Would Rather Dwell In The Dim Fog Of Superstition Than In Air Rarefied To Nothing By The Air-pump Of Unbelief-in Which The Panting Breast Expires, Vainly And Convulsively Gasping For Breath.

What A Father Says To His Children Is Not Heard By The World, But It Will Be Heard By Posterity.