Nothing Is More Beautiful Than Cheerfulness In

The Burden Of Suffering Seems A Tombstone Hung About Our Necks, While In Reality It Is Only The Weight Which Is Necessary To Keep Down The Diver While He Is Hunting For Pearls.

Memory, Wit, Fancy, Acuteness, Cannot Grow Young Again In Old Age, But The Heart Can.

What Makes Old Age So Sad Is, Not That Our Joys, But That Our Hopes Then Cease.

What A Father Says To His Children Is Not Heard By The World, But It Will Be Heard By Posterity.

It Is Not The End Of Joy That Makes Old Age So Sad, But The End Of Hope.