There Is A Better Thing Than The

Jazz: Music Invented For The Torture Of Imbeciles.

What You Possess In The World Will Be Found At The Day Of Your Death To Belong To Someone Else. But What You Are Will Be Yours Forever.

What We Do Belongs To What We Are; And What We Are Is What Becomes Of Us.

The Worlds In Which We Live At Heart Are One, The World "i Am," The Fruit Of "i Have Done"; And Underneath These Worlds Of Flower And Fruit, The World "i Love,"--the Only Living Root.

The First Day Of Spring Is One Thing, And The First Spring Day Is Another. The Difference Between Them Is Sometimes As Great As A Month.