When You Go In Search Of Honey

One Can With Dignity Be Wife And Widow But Once.

The Evening Of Life Brings With It Its Lamps.

The Art Of Saying Well What One Thinks Is Different From The Faculty Of Thinking. The Latter May Be Very Deep And Lofty And Far- Reaching, While The Former Is Altogether Wanting.

The Mind Is The Atmosphere Of The Soul.

Luckily, I Never Feel At One Time More Than Half My Pains.