There Is No Sense Of Ease Like

One Must Be Poor To Know The Luxury Of Giving!

I Think I Should Have No Other Mortal Wants, If I Could Always Have Plenty Of Music.

There Are Few Of Us That Are Not Rather Ashamed Of Our Sins And Follies As We Look Out On The Blessed Morning Sunlight, Which Comes To Us Like A Bright-winged Angel Beckoning Us To Quit The Old Path Of Vanity That Stretches Its Dreary Length Behind Us.

How Unspeakably The Lengthening Of Memories In Common Endears Our Old Friends!

Adventure Is Not Outside Man; It Is Within.