History Is Clarified Experience.

To Put More Faith In Lies And Hate Than Truth And Love, Is The True Atheism.

May Is A Pious Fraud Of The Almanac A Ghastly Parody Of Real Spring Shaped Out Of Snow And Breathed With Eastern Wind.

The Heart Forgets Its Sorrow And Ache.

No Price Is Set On The Lavish Summer; June May Be Had By The Poorest Comer.

A Word Once Vulgarized Can Never Be Rehabilitated.