This Time, Like All Times, Is A

Vanity Costs Money, Labor, Horses, Men, Women, Health And Peace, And Is Still Nothing At Last,--a Long Way Leading Nowhere.

The Sweetest Music Is Not In The Oratorio, But In The Human Voice When It Speaks From Its Instant Life Tones Of Tenderness, Truth, Or Courage.

Nothing Can Be Colder Than His Head, When The Lightnings Of His Imagination Are Playing In The Sky.

Beauty Is The Virtue Of The Body As Virtue Is The Beauty Of The Soul

It Is Better To Be A Thorn In The Side Of A Friend Than An Echo.