Many An Inherited Sorrow That Has Marred

We Mortals, Men And Women, Devour Many A Disappointment Between Breakfast And Dinnertime.

Animals Are Such Agreeable Friends.

But What We Call Our Despair Is Often Only The Painful Eagerness Of Unfed Hope.

The Strength Of The Donkey Mind Lies In Adopting A Course Inversely As The Arguments Urged, Which, Well Considered, Requires As Great A Mental Force As The Direct Sequence.

What Quarrel, What Harshness, What Unbelief In Each Other Can Subsist In The Presence Of A Great Calamity, When All The Artificial Vesture Of Our Life Is Gone, And We Are All One With Each Other In Primitive Mortal Needs?