To Be Happy Is Only

I Have Done What I Could Do In Life, And If I Could Not Do Better, I Did Not Deserve It. In Vain I Have Tried To Step Beyond What Bound Me.

Most Creatures Have A Vague Belief That A Very Precarious Hazard, A Kind Of Transparent Membrane, Divides Death From Love; And That The Profound Idea Of Nature Demands That The Giver Of Life Should Die At The Moment Of Giving.

It Is Only In The Space That Our Thoughts And Our Feelings Enclose That Our Happiness Can Breathe In Freedom.

In The World Which We Know, Among The Different And Primitive Geniuses That Preside Over The Evolution Of The Several Species, There Exists Not One, Excepting That Of The Dog, That Ever Gave A Thought To The Presence Of Man.

When We Lose One We Love, Our Bitterest Tears Are Called Forth By The Memory Of Hours When We Loved Not Enough.