Oh, The Soul Keeps Its Youth!

Solitude Is Such A Potential Thing. We Hear Voices In Solitude, We Never Hear In The Hurry And Turmoil Of Life; We Receive Counsels And Comforts, We Get Under No Other Condition.

Old Age Is The Verdict Of Life.

No Man Was Ever Ruined From Without; The Final Ruin Comes From Within, When You Turn Hopeless And Lose Courage!

... Trouble Of All Kinds Is Voluble, And Has Plenty Of Words, But Happiness Was Never Written Down.

Forethought Spares Afterthought.