Tomorrow Is No Man's Gift.

Every Shot That Kills Ricochets.

The Music Throbbed In A Voice Of Singular And Delicate Power; The Air Was Resonant With Melody, Love And Pain. The Meanest Italian In The Gallery Far Up Beneath The Ceiling, The Most Exalted Of The Land In The Boxes And The Stalls, Leaned Indulgently Forward, To Be Swept By This Sweet Storm Of Song.

There Is No Influence Like The Influence Of Habit.

When A Child Is Born The Mother Also Is Born Again.

Nothing Is So Unproductive As The Law. It Is Expensive Whether You Win Or Lose.