When We Get Tired Of Enjoying All

Books Are Embalmed Minds.

False Friends Are Like Our Shadow, Keeping Close To Us While We Walk In The Sunshine, But Leaving Us The Instant We Cross Into The Shade.

Youth Is Too Tumultuous For Felicity; Old Age Too Insecure For Happiness. The Period Most Favorable To Enjoyment, In A Vigorous, Fortunate, And Generous Life, Is That Between Forty And Sixty.

The Heart Contracts As The Pocket Expands.

All Men Are Alike In Their Lower Natures; It Is In Their Higher Characters That They Differ.