Fate Loves The Fearless.

Two Meanings Have Our Lightest Fantasies,- One Of The Flesh, And Of The Spirit One.

With Every Anguish Of Our Earthly Part The Spirit's Sight Grows Clearer.

I Don't Believe In Princerple, But Oh I Du In Interest.

It Is Curious How Tyrannical The Habit Of Reading Is...

Better One Bite At Forty, Of Truths Bitter Rind, Than The Hot Wine That Gushed From The Vintage Of Twenty.