A Check On Itself, Evil Subserves The

Time Ripens The Substance Of A Life As The Seasons Mellow And Perfect Its Fruits. The Best Apples Fall Latest And Keep Longest.

Like Birds Of Passage, The Instincts Drift The Soul Adventurously Beyond The Horizon Of Sensible Things, As If Intent On Convoying It To The Mother Country From Whence It Had Flown.

Debate Is Masculine, Conversation Is Feminine.

Yet The Deepest Truths Are Best Read Between The Lines, And, For The Most Part, Refuse To Be Written.

Who Knows, The Mind Has The Key To All Things Besides.