It Is A Natural Virtue

Grief Never Ends, But It Changes. It Is A Passage, Not A Place To Stay. Grief Is Not A Sign Of Weakness Nor A Lack Of Faith: It Is The Price Of Love.

Anger Makes Dull Men Witty, But It Keeps Them Poor.

The Stone Often Recoils On The Head Of The Thrower.

I Do Not So Much Rejoice That God Hath Made Me To Be A Queen, As To Be A Queen Over So Thankful A People.

It Is A Natural Virtue Incident To Our Sex To Be Pitiful Of Those That Are Afflicted.