Happiness Is But A Mere Episode In

She Was Of The Stuff Of Which Great Men's Mothers Are Made. She Was Indispensable To High Generation, Hated At Tea Parties, Feared In Shops, And Loved At Crises.

Some Folk Want Their Luck Buttered.

So Do Flux And Reflux--the Rhythm Of Change--alternate And Persist In Everything Under The Sky.

Beauty Lay Not In The Thing, But In What The Thing Symbolized.

You Concede Nothing To Me And I Have To Concede Everything To You.