Death Is The Only Physician,

Sympathetic People Often Don't Communicate Well, They Back Reflected Images Which Hide Their Own Depths.

A Man Falling Into Dark Waters Seeks A Momentary Footing Even On Sliding Stones.

It's Never Too Late To Be Who You Were Meant To Be.

The Mother's Love Is At First An Absorbing Delight, Blunting All Other Sensibilities; It Is An Expansion Of The Animal Existence; It Enlarges The Imagined Range For Self To Move In: But In After Years It Can Only Continue To Be Joy On The Same Terms As Other Long-lived Love--that Is, By Much Suppression Of Self, And Power Of Living In The Experience Of Another.

The Soul Of Man, When It Gets Fairly Rotten, Will Bear You All Sorts Of Poisonous Toad-stools, And No Eye Can See Whence Came The Seed Thereof.