Paradise Is Always Where Love Dwells.

It Is Not The End Of Joy That Makes Old Age So Sad, But The End Of Hope.

The Romance Of Life Begins And Ends With Two Blank Pages. Age And Extreme Old Age.

Man's Feelings Are Always Purest And Most Glowing In The Hour Of Meeting And Of Farewell.

Variety Of Mere Nothings Gives More Pleasure Than Uniformity Of Something.

Poverty Is The Only Load Which Is The Heavier The More Loved Ones There Are To Assist In Bearing It.