It Seems To Me That

Deep-seated Preferences Cannot Be Argued About - You Cannot Argue A Man Into Liking A Glass Of Beer.

The Worst Of A Modern Stylish Mansion Is That It Has No Place For Ghosts.

The Wind Blows Out, The Bubble Dies; The Spring Entomb'd In Autumn Lies; The Dew Dries Up; The Star Is Shot; The Flight Is Past, And Man Forgot.

The Character Of Every Act Depends Upon The Circumstances In Which It Is Done.

Every Now And Then A Man's Mind Is Stretched By A New Idea Or Sensation, And Never Shrinks Back To Its Former Dimensions.