Truly, One Gets Easier Accustomed To A

Being Alone When One's Belief Is Firm, Is Not To Be Alone.

Solitude Has A Healing Consoler, Friend, Companion: It Is Work.

To Harbor Hatred And Animosity In The Soul Makes One Irritable, Gloomy, And Prematurely Old.

We Hear The Rain Fall, But Not The Snow. Bitter Grief Is Loud, Calm Grief Is Silent.

Truly, One Gets Easier Accustomed To A Silken Bed Than To A Sack Of Leaves.