Who Has Not Experienced, At Some Time

Social Life Is Filled With Doubts And Vain Aspirings; Solitude, When The Imagination Is Dethroned, Is Turned To Weariness And Ennui.

We Might Have Been - These Are But Common Words, And Yet They Make The Sum Of Life's Bewailing.

Perhaps, From An Innate Desire Of Justification, Sorrow Always Exaggerates Itself. Memory Is Quite One Of Job's Friends; And The Past Is Ever Ready To Throw Its Added Darkness On The Present.

Nothing Is So Fortunate For Mankind As Its Diversity Of Opinion.

Though Fortune's Wheel Is Generally On The Turn, Sometimes When It Gets Into The Mud, It Sticks There.