Conceit Is The Finest Armour A Man

Time Is But The Shadow Of The World Upon The Background Of Eternity.

Truth And Fact Are Old-fashioned And Out-of-date, My Friends, Fit Only For The Dull And Vulgar To Live By. Appearance, Not Reality, Is What The Clever Dog Grasps At In These Clever Days. We Spurn The Dull-brown Solid Earth; We Build Our Lives And Homes In The Fair-seeming Rainbow-land Of Shadow And Chimera.

Love Is Too Pure A Light To Burn Long Among The Noisome Gases That We Breathe, But Before It Is Choked Out We May Use It As A Torch To Ignite The Cozy Fire Of Affection.

The Facts Of Life Are The Impossibilities Of Fiction.

Life Works Upon A Compensating Balance, And The Happiness We Gain In One Direction We Lose In Another.