Adversity Is A Good School.

Say Whatever Your Memory Suggests Is True; But Add Nothing And Exaggerate Nothing.

Jane, My Little Darling (so I Will Call You, For So You Are), You Don't Know What You Are Talking About; You Misjudge Me Again: It Is Not Because She Is Mad I Hate Her. If You Were Mad, Do You Think I Should Hate You?

What Necessity Is There To Dwell On The Past, When The Present Is So Much Surer-the Future So Much Brighter?

My Rest Might Have Been Blissful Enough, Only A Sad Heart Broke It.

Cheerfulness, It Would Appear, Is A Matter Which Depends Fully As Much On The State Of Things Within, As On The State Of Things Without And Around Us.