Love Is The Most Melodious Of All

Rich Women Need Not Fear Old Age; Their Gold Can Always Create About Them Any Feelings Necessary To Their Happiness.

Where Poverty Ceases, Avarice Begins.

Love Is The Only Way On Which Even The Dim-witted Reaches Certain Heights.

He Hesitated Till The Last Moment, But Finally Dropped Them In The Box, Saying, "i Shall Win!"--the Cry Of A Gambler, The Cry Of The Great General, The Compulsive Cry That Has Ruined More Men Than It Has Ever Saved.

The Errors Of Women Spring, Almost Always, From Their Faith In The Good, Or Their Confidence In The True