O Harp Of Life, So Speedily Unstrung!

My Father Invested His Money So Securely In The Banking Business That He Was Never Able To Get Any Of It Out Again.

Civilization Is The Lamb's Skin In Which Barbarism Masquerades.

Great Thoughts In Crude, Unshapely Verse Set Forth Lose Half Their Preciousness, And Ever Must, Unless The Diamond With Its Own Rich Dust Be Cut And Polished, It Seems Little Worth.

Up From The Dark The Moon Begins To Creep; And Now A Pallid, Haggard Face Lifts She Above The Water-line: Thus From The Deep A Drowned Body Rises Solemnly.

The Possession Of Gold Has Ruined Fewer Men Than The Lack Of It.