If it is ones lot to be cast among fools, one must learn foolishness.-The Count of Monte Cristo

I prefer the wicked rather than the foolish. The wicked sometimes rest.

The wretched and miserable should turn to their Saviour first, yet they do not hope in Him until all other hope is exhausted.

I have always had more dread of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper than of a sword or pistol.

...does that not tell you that grief is like life and that there is always somethings unknown beyond it?

Your life story is a novel; and people, though they love novels wound between two yellow paper covers, are oddly suspicious of those which come to them in living vellum.

Happiness is egotistical.