Solitude Bears The Same Relation To The

The Birth Of A Child Is The Imprisonment Of A Soul.

Most Men Remember Obligations, But Not Often To Be Grateful; The Proud Are Made Sour By The Remembrance And The Vain Silent.

The Birth Of A Child Is The Imprisonment Of A Soul. The Soul Must Work Its Way Out Of Prison, And, In Doing So, Provide Itself With Wings For A Future Journey. It Is For Each Of Us To Determine Whether Our Wings Shall Be Those Of An Angel Or A Grub!

It Is A Bird-flight Of The Soul, When The Heart Declares Itself In Song. The Affections That Clothe Themselves With Wings Are Passions That Have Been Subdued To Virtues.

Vanity Is So Constantly Solicitous Of Self, That Even Where Its Own Claims Are Not Interested, It Indirectly Seeks The Aliment Which It Loves, By Showing How Little Is Deserved By Others.