A Mother's Life, You See, Is One

Many Men Nourish A Pride Which Urges Them To Conceal Their Struggles And Show Themselves Only As Conquerors.

All Men Can Bear A Familiar, Definite Misfortune Better Than The Cruel Alternations Of A Fate Which, From One Moment To Another, Brings Excessive Joy Or Sorrow.

Ideas Devour The Ages As Men Are Devoured By Their Passions. When Man Is Cured, Human Nature Will Cure Itself Perhaps.

Danger Arouses Interest. Where Death Is Involved, The Vilest Criminal Invariably Stirs A Little Compassion.

Virtue, Perhaps, Is Nothing More Than Politeness Of Soul.