Age Does Not Make Us Childish, As

It Is The Strange Fate Of Man, That Even In The Greatest Of Evils The Fear Of The Worst Continues To Haunt Him.

In The Colored Reflection We Have Life.

The Flowers Are Full Of Honey, But Only The Bee Finds Out The Sweetness.

There Is Nothing In Which People More Betray Their Character Than In What They Laugh At.

Whatever Nature Undertakes, She Can Only Accomplish It In A Sequence. She Never Makes A Leap.