Some Men Are Born Posthumously.

Sometimes We Owe A Friend To The Lucky Circumstance That We Give Him No Cause For Envy.

I Love All Who Are Like Heavy Drops Falling One By One Out Of The Dark Cloud That Lowereth Over Man: They Herald The Coming Of The Lightning, And Succumb As Heralds.

Everyone Becomes Brave When He Observes One Who Despairs.

Wit Is The Epitaph Of An Emotion.

When One Has A Great Deal To Put Into It A Day Has A Hundred Pockets.