A Man That Has Lost

God Makes The Life Fertile By Disappointments, As He Makes The Ground Fertile By Frosts.

No Man Is Such A Conqueror, As The One That Has Defeated Himself.

We Are Apt To Believe In Providence So Long As We Have Our Own Way; But If Things Go Awry, Then We Think, If There Is A God, He Is In Heaven, And Not On Earth.

You May Say, "i Wish To Send This Ball So As To Kill The Lion Crouching Yonder, Ready To Spring Upon Me. My Wishes Are All Right, And I Hope Providence Will Direct The Ball." Providence Won't. You Must Do It; And If You Do Not, You Are A Dead Man.

Do Not Be Troubled Because You Have Not Great Virtues. God Made A Million Spears Of Grass Where He Made One Tree. The Earth Is Fringed And Carpeted, Not With Forests, But With Grasses. Only Have Enough Of Little Virtues And Common Fidelities, And You Need Not Mourn Because You Are Neither A Hero Or A Saint.