The World Loves A Spice

The Twilight That Surrounds The Border-land Of Old Romance.

We Often Excuse Our Own Want Of Philanthropy By Giving The Name Of Fanaticism To The More Ardent Zeal Of Others.

Let Him Not Boast Who Puts His Armor On As He Who Puts It Off, The Battle Done.

Nothing That Is Can Pause Or Stay.

The Rays Of Happiness, Like Those Of Light, Are Colorless When Unbroken.