The Real Business Of Life Is Trying

The Music Throbbed In A Voice Of Singular And Delicate Power; The Air Was Resonant With Melody, Love And Pain. The Meanest Italian In The Gallery Far Up Beneath The Ceiling, The Most Exalted Of The Land In The Boxes And The Stalls, Leaned Indulgently Forward, To Be Swept By This Sweet Storm Of Song.

Imagination Is At The Root Of Much That Passes For Love.

It's The People Who Try To Be Clever Who Never Are; The People Who Are Clever Never Think Of Trying To Be.

Memory Is Man's Greatest Friend And Worst Enemy.

Love Knows Not Distance; It Hath No Continent; Its Eyes Are For The Stars.