Our Hours In Love Have Wings; In

A Closed Mouth Catches No Flies.

To Think That The Affairs Of This Life Always Remain In The Same State Is A Vain Presumption; Indeed They All Seem To Be Perpetually Changing And Moving In A Circular Course. Spring Is Followed By Summer, Summer By Autumn, And Autumn By Winter, Which Is Again Followed By Spring, And So Time Continues Its Everlasting Round. But The Life Of Man Is Ever Racing To Its End, Swifter Than Time Itself, Without Hope Of Renewal, Unless In The Next That Is Limitless And Infinite.

The Knowledge Of Yourself Will Preserve You From Vanity.

By The Streets Of 'by And By,' One Arrives At The House Of 'never'.

The Gratification Of Wealth Is Not Found In Mere Possession Or In Lavish Expenditure, But In Its Wise Application.