There Is A Joy In Sorrow Which

Every Man Regards His Own Life As The New Year's Eve Of Time.

Humankind's Chief Fault Is That They Have So Many Small Ones.

The Purer The Golden Vessel, The More Readily Is It Bent; The Higher Worth Of Woman Is Sooner Lost Than That Of Man.

Remembrances Last Longer Than Present Realities.

Recollection Is The Only Paradise From Which We Cannot Be Turned Out.