It Is Always The Best Friends Who

Nature Distributes Her Favors Unequally.

A Cigar Numbs Sorrow And Fills The Solitary Hours With A Million Gracious Images.

The Beauty That Addresses Itself To The Eyes Is Only The Spell Of The Moment; The Eye Of The Body Is Not Always That Of The Soul.

The Lessons Of Experience Are Always Learned Too Late.

One Wastes So Much Time, One Is So Prodigal Of Life, At Twenty! Our Days Of Winter Count For Double. That Is The Compensation Of The Old.