As Long As The Fates

Adversity Is, To Me At Least, A Tonic And A Bracer.

But Search The Land Of Living Men, Where Wilt Thou Find Their Like Again?

We Build Statues Out Of Snow, And Weep To See Them Melt.

It Is The Privilege Of Tale-tellers To Open Their Story In An Inn, The Free Rendezvous Of All Travellers, And Where The Humour Of Each Displays Itself, Without Ceremony Or Restraint.

Women Are But The Toys Which Amuse Our Lighter Hours---ambition Is The Serious Business Of Life.