The First Requisite To Happiness Is That

Disaster Appears, To Crush One Man Now, But Afterward Another.

What Good Can Come From Meeting Death With Tears? If A Man Is Sorry For Himself, He Doubles Death.

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.

We Must Take Care Of Our Minds Because We Cannot Benefit From Beauty When Our Brains Are Missing.

Do Not Grieve So Much For A Husband Lost That It Wastes Away Your Life.