There Is Hardly Any Mental Misery Worse

We Want People To Feel With Us More Than To Act For Us.

Examining The World In Order To Find Consolation Is Very Much Like Looking Carefully Over The Pages Of A Great Book In Order To Find Our Own Name . ... Whether We Find What We Want Or Not, Our Preoccupation Has Hindered Us From A True Knowledge Of The Contents.

It Is, I Fear, But A Vain Show Of Fulfilling The Heathen Precept, ''know Thyself,'' And Too Often Leads To A Self- Estimate Which Will Subsist In The Absence Of That Fruit By Which Alone The Quality Of The Tree Is Made Evident.

In The Vain Laughter Of Folly Wisdom Hears Half Its Applause.

I Always Think The Flowers Can See Us, And Know What We Are Thinking About.