No Sane Man Will Dance.

Plato Divinely Calls Pleasure The Bait Of Evil, Inasmuch As Men Are Caught By It As Fish By A Hook.

Slowly And Imperceptibly Old Age Comes Creeping On.

The Home Is The Empire! There Is No Peace More Delightful Than One's Own Fireplace.

The Hours Pass And The Days And The Months And The Years, And The Past Time Never Returns.

I Cannot Find A Faithful Message-bearer," He Wrote To His Friend, The Scholar Atticus. "how Few Are They Who Are Able To Carry A Rather Weighty Letter Without Lightening It By Reading.