And Tears Are Heard Within The Harp

Virtue Is Health, Vice Is Sickness.

How Fortune Brings To Earth The Over-sure!

I Would Have Preferred To Have Been Born In Any Other Time Than Our Own.

Love Is The Crowning Grace Of Humanity, The Holiest Right Of The Soul, The Golden Link Which Binds Us To Duty And Truth, The Redeeming Principle That Chiefly Reconciles The Heart To Life, And Is Prophetic Of Eternal Good.

Hope Is Incredible To The Slave Of Grief.