There Is Delight In Singing,

O Music! How It Grieves Me That Imprudence, Intemperance, Gluttony, Should Open Their Channels Into Thy Sacred Stream.

You Should Indeed Have Longer Tarried By The Roadside Before You Married.

We Must Distinguish Between Felicity And Prosperity; For Prosperity Leads Often To Ambition, And Ambition To Disappointment; The Course Is Then Over, The Wheel Turns Round But Once, While The Reaction Of Goodness And Happiness Is Perpetual.

This Is The Pleasantest Part Of Life. Oblivion Throws Her Light Coverlet Over Our Infancy; And, Soon After We Are Out Of The Cradle We Forget How Soundly We Had Been Slumbering, And How Delightful Were Our Dreams. Toil And Pleasure Contend For Us Almost The Instant We Rise From It: And Weariness Follows Whichever Has Carried Us Away. We Stop Awhile, Look Around Us, Wonder To Find We Have Completed The Circle Of Existence, Fold Our Arms, And Fall Asleep Again.

He Who Brings Ridicule To Bear Against Truth Finds In His Hand A Blade Without A Hilt.