Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

I Judge People By What They Might Be, - Not Are, Nor Will Be.

But God Has A Few Of Us To Whom He Whispers In The Ear; The Rest May Reason And Welcome; 'tis We Musicians Know.

Grow Old Along With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be, The Last Of Life, For Which The First Was Made. Our Times Are In His Hand Who Saith, 'a Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!

Women Hate A Debt As Men A Gift.

Needs There Groan A World In Anguish Just To Teach Us Sympathy?