...for, However All Other Feelings May Be

Be Happy, Noble Heart, Be Blessed For All The Good Thou Hast Done And Wilt Do Hereafter, And Let My Gratitude Remain In Obscurity Like Your Good Deeds.

But Valentine, Why Despair, Why Always Paint The Future In Such Sombre Hues?" Maximilien Asked. "because, My Friend, I Judge It By The Past.

The Wretched And Miserable Should Turn To Their Saviour First, Yet They Do Not Hope In Him Until All Other Hope Is Exhausted.

We Must Never Expect Discretion In First Love: It Is Accompanied By Such Excessive Joy That Unless The Joy Is Allowed To Overflow, It Will Choke You.

Starvation!" Exclaimed The Abbe, Springing From His Seat. "why, The Vilest Animals Are Not Suffered To Die By Such A Death As That. The Very Dogs That Wander Houseless And Homeless In The Streets Find Some Pitying Hand To Cast Them A Mouthful Of Bread; And That A Man, A Christian, Should Be Allowed To Perish Of Hunger In The Midst Of Other Men Who Call Themselves Christians, Is Too Horrible For Belief. Oh, It Is Impossible - Utterly Impossible!