The Darkness Of Death Is Like The

For No One Does Life Drag More Disagreeably Than For Those Who Try To Speed It Up.

Repetition Is The Mother Of Education.

Variety Of Mere Nothings Gives More Pleasure Than Uniformity Of Something.

The Happiness Of Life Consists, Like The Day, Not In Single Flashes (of Light), But In One Continuous Mild Serenity. The Most Beautiful Period Of The Heart's Existence Is In This Calm Equable Light, Even Although It Be Only Moonshine Or Twilight. Now The Mind Alone Can Obtain For Us This Heavenly Cheerfulness And Peace.

You Prove Your Worth With Your Actions, Not With Your Mouth.