Our Words Have Wings, But

Affection Is The Broadest Basis Of A Good Life.

That Is The Bitterest Of All,--to Wear The Yoke Of Our Own Wrong-doing.

Acting Is Nothing More Or Less Than Playing. The Idea Is To Humanize Life.

There Are Glances Of Hatred That Stab, And Raise No Cry Of Murder.

We All Remember Epochs In Our Experience When Some Dear Expectation Dies, Or Some New Motive Is Born.