Where Love Is Absent There Can Be

Almost All Novels Are Love Stories.

Work Is Not Man's Punishment. It Is His Reward And His Strength And His Pleasure.

There Is But On Virtue--the Eternal Sacrifice Of Self.

A Cigar Numbs Sorrow And Fills The Solitary Hours With A Million Gracious Images.

One Wastes So Much Time, One Is So Prodigal Of Life, At Twenty! Our Days Of Winter Count For Double. That Is The Compensation Of The Old.