On What Slender Threads Do Life And

Does The Open Wound In Another's Breast Soften The Pain Of The Gaping Wound In Our Own? Or Does The Blood Which Is Welling From Another Man's Side Staunch That Which Is Pouring From Our Own? Does The General Anguish Of Our Fellow Creatures Lessen Our Own Private And Particular Anguish? No, No, Each Suffers On His Own Account, Each Struggles With His Own Grief, Each Sheds His Own Tears.

Oh! The Good Times When We Were So Unhappy.

Within Six Months, If I Am Not Dead, I Shall Have Seen You Again, Madam--even If I Have To Overturn The World.

To Save A Man And Thereby To Spare A Father's Agony And A Mother's Feelings Is Not To Do A Noble Deed, It Is But An Act Of Humanity.

In Prosperity Prayers Seem But A Mere Medley Of Words, Until Misfortune Comes And The Unhappy Sufferer First Understands The Meaning Of The Sublime Language In Which He Invokes The Pity Of Heaven!