Love Prefers Twilight To Daylight.

Build Thee More Stately Mansions, O My Soul, As The Swift Seasons Roll! Leave Thy Low-vaulted Past! Let Each New Temple, Nobler Than The Last, Shut Thee From Heaven With A Dome More Vast, Till Thou At Length Art Free, Leaving Thine Outgrown Shell By Life's Unresting Sea!

Many People Die With Their Music Still In Them. Why Is This So? Too Often It Is Because They Are Always Getting Ready To Live. Before They Know It, Time Runs Out.

Do Not Be Bullied Out Of Your Common Sense By The Specialist; Two To One, He Is A Pedant.

As We Grow Older We Think More And More Of Old Persons And Of Old Things And Places. As To Old Persons, It Seems As If We Never Know How Much They Have To Tell Until We Are Old Ourselves And They Have Been Gone Twenty Or Thirty Years. Once In A While We Come Upon Some Survivor Of His Or Her Generation That We Have Overlooked, And Feel As If We Had Recovered One Of The Lost Books Of Livy Or Fished Up The Golden Candlestick From The Ooze Of The Tiber.

Where We Love Is Home - Home That Our Feet May Leave, But Not Our Hearts.