O Lord! Unhappy Is The Man Whom

If You Have Something To Say, You Will Be Given The Power To Say It.

Marriage Is The Perfection Which Love Aimed At, Ignorant Of What It Sought.

Another Sort Of False Prayers Are Our Regrets. Discontent Is The Way Of Self-reliance: It Is Infirmity Of Will. Regret Calamities, If You Can Thereby Help The Sufferer; If Not, Attend Your Own Work, And Already The Evil Begins To Be Repaired.

And Truly It Demands Something God Like In Him Who Has Cast Off The Common Motives Of Humanity, And Has Ventured To Trust Himself For A Taskmaster. High Be His Heart, Faithful His Will, Clear His Sight, That He May In Good Earnest Be Doctrine, Society, Law, To Himself, That A Simple Purpose May Be To Him As Strong As Iron Necessity Is To Others!

It Is Very Odd That Nature Should Be So Unscrupulous. She Is No Saint . . .