Those Sweetly Smiling Angels With Pensive Looks,

Our Most Natural Feelings Are Those We Are Loath To Confess, And Fatuity Is Among Them.

Are Not Our Noblest Feelings As It Were The Poems Of Our Will.

He Hesitated Till The Last Moment, But Finally Dropped Them In The Box, Saying, "i Shall Win!"--the Cry Of A Gambler, The Cry Of The Great General, The Compulsive Cry That Has Ruined More Men Than It Has Ever Saved.

There Is A Cure For Temptation. What? Yielding To It.

Love Is The Only Passion Which Suffers Neither Past Nor Future.