Adversity Is A Good School.

In Sunshine, In Prosperity, The Flowers Are Very Well; But How Many Wet Days Are There In Life—november Seasons Of Disaster, When A Man's Hearth And Home Would Be Cold Indeed, Without The Clear, Cheering Gleam Of Intellect.

If Men Could See Us As We Really Are, They Would Be A Little Amazed.

Who Has Words At The Right Moment?

I Am No Bird; And No Net Ensnares Me; I Am A Free Human Being With An Independent Will.

It Is A Pity That Doing One's Best Does Not Always Answer.