Glory Is The Sunshine Of The Dead

The Human Heart May Find Here And There A Resting-place Short Of The Highest Height Of Affection, But We Seldom Stop In The Steep, Downward Slope Of Hatred.

Envy Lurks At The Bottom Of The Human Heart Like A Viper In Its Hole.

Between The Daylight Gambler And The Player At Night There Is The Same Difference That Lies Between A Careless Husband And The Lover Swooning Under His Lady's Window.

Economized Love Is Never Real Love.

Glory Is The Sunshine Of The Dead