In My Old Age There Is A

Every Man Is A Book In Which God Himself Writes.

What I Feel For You Seems Less Of Earth And More Of A Cloudless Heaven.

It Is God Who Makes Woman Beautiful, It Is The Devil Who Makes Her Pretty.

Fame Must Have Enemies, As Light Must Have Gnats.

Jean Prouvaire Was Timid Only In Repose. Once Excited, He Burst Forth, A Sort Of Mirth Accentuated His Enthusiasm, And He Was At Once Both Laughing And Lyric.