Barbarism Recommences By The Excess Of Civilization.

Shall Not This Bygone Eden That We Knew In Our Eternal Life Have Shape And Hue? For Where Time Is Not Shall Not All Time Be? In That Calm Breast Whereto Our Souls Are Cleaving Shall We Not Find Our Loved Ones Beyond Grieving About The Hearth-stone Of Eternity?

It Is The Qualities Of The Heart, Not Those Of The Face, That Should Attract Us In Women, Because The Former Are Durable, The Latter Transitory. So Lovable Women, Like Roses, Retain Their Sweetness Long After They Have Lost Their Beauty.

The More I See Of The Representatives Of The People, The More I Admire My Dogs.

Let Us Love The Passing Hour, Let Us Hurry Up And Enjoy Our Time.

Man Is God By His Faculty For Thought.