The Beauty Of A Lovely Woman Is

A Woman's Hopes Are Woven Of Sunbeams; A Shadow Annihilates Them.

In The Chequered Area Of Human Experience The Seasons Are All Mingled As In The Golden Age: Fruit And Blossom Hang Together; In The Same Moment The Sickle Is Reaping And The Seed Is Sprinkled; One Tends The Green Cluster And Another Treads The Wine-press. Nay, In Each Of Our Lives Harvest And Spring-time Are Continually One, Until Death Himself Gathers Us And Sows Us Anew In His Invisible Fields.

Eros Has Degenerated; He Began By Introducing Order And Harmony, And Now He Brings Back Chaos.

Blessed Is The Influence Of One True, Loving Human Soul On Another.

Them As Ha' Never Had A Cushion Don't Miss It.