Old Age Is The Verdict Of Life.

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.

Truth Can Be Outraged By Silence Quite As Cruelly As By Speech.

In All Troublous Events We May Find Comfort, Though It Be Only In The Negative Admission That Things Might Have Been Worse.

But What Do We Know Of The Heart Nearest To Our Own? What Do We Know Of Our Own Heart?

Injustice Is A Sixth Sense, And Rouses All The Others.