For Souls In Growth, Great

Hearts That Are Delicate And Kind And Tongues That Are Neither - These Make The Finest Company In The World.

Those Who Set Out To Serve Both God And Mammon Soon Discover That There Isn't A God.

Happiness Is A Wine Of The Rarest Vintage, And Seems Insipid To A Vulgar Taste.

Growing Old Is Not A Gradual Decline, But A Series Of Drops, Full Of Sorrow, From One Ledge To Another Below It.

All My Life, As Down An Abyss Without A Bottom. I Have Been Pouring Van Loads Of Information Into That Vacancy Of Oblivion I Call My Mind.