... It Is Seldom A Medical Man

Knowledge Slowly Builds Up What Ignorance In An Hour Pulls Down.

Well, Well, My Boy, If Good Luck Knocks At Your Door, Don't You Put Your Head Out At Window And Tell It To Be Gone About Its Business, That's All.

Who Has Not Felt The Beauty Of A Woman's Arm? The Unspeakable Suggestions Of Tenderness That Lie In The Dimpled Elbow, And All The Varied Gently-lessening Curves, Down To The Delicate Wrist, With Its Tiniest, Almost Imperceptible Nicks In The Firm Softness.

We Are All Of Us Imaginative In Some Form Or Other, For Images Are The Brood Of Desire.

To An Old Memory Like Mine The Present Days Are But As A Little Water Poured On The Deep.