The Happier The Moment The Shorter.

Grief Has Limits, Whereas Apprehension Has None. For We Grieve Only For What We Know Has Happened, But We Fear All That Possibly May Happen.

An Object In Possession Seldom Retains The Same Charm That It Had In Pursuit.

In Time Of Sickness The Soul Collects Itself Anew.

Lust Is An Enemy To The Purse, A Foe To The Person, A Canker To The Mind, A Corrosive To The Conscience, A Weakness Of The Wit, A Besotter Of The Senses, And Finally, A Mortal Bane To All The Body.

Chance Is A Second Master.