We Often Take For Granted The Very

Bohemia And All Its Works Are Vanished Out Of America; Or, More Exactly, Bohemia Has Migrated To The Middle Class, And Is Alive And Well In Condo And Suburb.

He Who Cries, 'what Do I Care About Universality? I Only Know What Is In Me,' Does Not Know Even That.

We Often Take For Granted The Very Things That Most Deserve Our Gratitude.

Whoever Mourns The Dead Mourns Himself.

Old Saws Have No Teeth.