Short Is The Joy That Guilty Pleasure

What We Look For Does Not Come To Pass; God Finds A Way For What None Foresaw.

May He Die With No Joy At His End, The Man Who Won't Be Troubled To Unlock The Keys Of His Heart And Make A Friend.

To Generous Souls Every Task Is Noble.

How Sweet To Remember The Trouble That Is Past.

Human Misery Must Somewhere Have A Stop; There Is No Wind That Always Blows A Storm.