Never Laugh At Those Who

It Is Grievous For A Man To Leave Behind Him A Shadow In His Own Shape.

There Are Many Lovely Women, But No Perfect Ones.

And If It Happened To Be A Christmas-night When The Great Bell Seemed To Rattle In Its Throat As It Called The Faithful To The Midnight Mass, There Was Such An Indescribable Air Of Life Spread Over The Sombre Facade That The Great Door-way Looked As If It Were Swallowing The Entire Crowd, And The Rose-window Staring At Them.

The Earlier Works Of A Man Of Genius Are Always Preferred To The Newer Ones, In Order To Prove That He Is Going Down Instead Of Up.

What Is History? An Echo Of The Past In The Future; A Reflex From The Future On The Past.