In These Divine Pleasures Permitted To Me

We Are Rich Only Through What We Give, And Poor Only Through What We Refuse.

A Vivid Thought Brings The Power To Paint It; And In Proportion To The Depth Of Its Source Is The Force Of Its Projection.

There Is One Topic Peremptorily Forbidden To All Well-bred, To All Rational Mortals, Namely, Their Distempers. If You Have Not Slept Or If You Have Slept Or If You Have Head Ache Or Sciatica Or Leprosy Or Thunder-stroke, I Beseech You, By All Angels, To Hold Your Peace And Not Pollute The Morning.

The Torments Of Martyrdom Are Probably Most Keenly Felt By The Bystanders.

Though I Am Weak, Yet God, When Prayed, Cannot Withhold His Conquering Aid.