They Say Fortune Is A Woman And

Where Jack Isn't Safe, Tom's In Danger.

Some People Are Born To Make Life Pretty, And Others To Grumble That It Is Not Pretty Enough.

The First Condition Of Human Goodness Is Something To Love; The Second, Something To Reverence.

A Good Horse Makes Short Miles.

The Perpetual Mourner -- The Grief That Can Never Be Healed -- Is Innocently Enough Felt To Be Wearisome By The Rest Of The World. And My Sense Of Desolation Increases. Each Day Seems A New Beginning -- A New Acquaintance With Grief.