You Can Muffle The Drum,

Joy And Sorrow Are Inseparable. . . Together They Come And When One Sits Alone With You . . Remember That The Other Is Asleep Upon Your Bed.

This For God And This For Myself; This For My Soul, And This Other For My Body?

Wit Is Often A Mask. If You Tear It You Will Find Either Genius Irritated Or Cleverness Juggling.

Exaggeration Is Truth That Has Lost Its Temper.

He Who Requires Urging To Do A Noble Act Will Never Accomplish It.