What A Day It Is When We

Nobody, They Say, Is A Hero To His Valet. Of Course; For A Man Must Be A Hero To Understand A Hero. The Valet, I Dare Say, Has Great Respect For Some Person Of His Own Stamp.

God Help Us -- For Art Is Long, And Life So Short.

One Mind Is Enough For A Thousand Hands.

All Theory, Dear Friend, Is Gray, But The Golden Tree Of Life Springs Ever Green.

Wishes Are Premonitions Of Abilities.