Thought Makes Everything Fit For Use.

A Man's Growth Is Seen In The Successive Choirs Of His Friends.

Let The Soul Be Assured That Somewhere In The Universe It Should Rejoin Its Friend, And It Would Be Content And Cheerful Alone For A Thousand Years.

Each Mind Has Its Own Method.

That Which We Call Sin In Others Is Experiment For Us.

Old Age Brings Along With Its Uglinesses The Comfort That You Will Soon Be Out Of It, - Which Ought To Be A Substantial Relief To Such Discontented Pendulums As We Are.