Haste Is A Poor Counselor

There Is Neither Happiness Nor Misery In The World; There Is Only The Comparison Of One State With Another, Nothing More. He Who Has Felt The Deepest Grief Is Best Able To Experience Supreme Happiness.

Your Life Story Is A Novel; And People, Though They Love Novels Wound Between Two Yellow Paper Covers, Are Oddly Suspicious Of Those Which Come To Them In Living Vellum.

It Was Like The Eve Of A Battle; The Hearts Beat, The Eyes Laughed, And They Felft That The Life They Were Perhaps Going To Lose, Was After All, A Good Thing.

Moral Wounds Have This Peculiarity - They May Be Hidden, But They Never Close; Always Painful, Always Ready To Bleed When Touched, They Remain Fresh And Open In The Heart.

......when One Loves, One Is Only Too Ready To Believe One's Love Returned.