There Is No Waste Of Time In

The Fool Wonders, The Wise Man Asks.

The Girl Of The Period Sets Up To Be Natural, And Is Only Rude; Mistakes Insolence For Innocence; Says Everything That Comes First To Her Lips, And Thinks She Is Gay When She Is Only Giddy.

O Music! Miraculous Art! A Blast Of Thy Trumpet And Millions Rush Forward To Die; A Peal Of Thy Organ And Uncounted Nations Sink Down To Pray.

Man Is Only Great When He Acts From Passion.

I Have Lived Long Enough To Know That The Evening Glow Of Love Has Its Own Riches And Splendour.