Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They

Think With Awe On The Slow And Quiet Power Of Time.

Fear Of Death Is Worse Than Dying.

Egotism Erects Its Center In Itself; Love Places It Out Of Itself In The Axis Of The Universal Whole. Love Aims At Unity, Egotism At Solitude. Love Is The Citizen Ruler Of A Flourishing Republic, Egotism Is A Despot In A Devastated Creation. Egotism Sows For Gratitude, Love For The Ungrateful. Love Gives, Egotism Lends; And Love Does This Before The Throne Of Judicial Truth, Indifferent If For The Enjoyment Of The Following Moment, Or With The View To A Martyr's Crown--indifferent Whether The Reward Is In This Life Or In The Next.

The Jest Loses Its Point When He Who Makes It Is The First To Laugh.

He That Is Over-cautious Will Accomplish But Very Little.