All For One, One For All, That

Youth Is A Blossom Whose Fruit Is Love; Happy Is He Who Plucks It After Watching It Slowly Ripen.

Be Kind. Aim For My Heart.

In Prosperity Prayers Seem But A Mere Medley Of Words, Until Misfortune Comes And The Unhappy Sufferer First Understands The Meaning Of The Sublime Language In Which He Invokes The Pity Of Heaven!

...joy Takes A Strange Effect At Times, It Seems To Oppress Us Almost The Same As Sorrow.

Misfortune Does Not Help Us To Believe.