There are plenty of things to fret about.

It is simply astonishing, how much annoyance and discomfort may be found in the course of every-day living, even of the simplest, if one only keeps a sharp eye out on that side of things.

Some people seem to be always hunting for deformities, discords and shadows, instead of beauty, harmony and light.

We are born to trouble, as sparks fly upward.

But even to the sparks flying upward, in the blackest of smoke, there is a blue sky above, and the less time they waste on the road, the sooner they will reach it.