A Moment Of Eloquence Enthralls Us. An

One Eventually Has Enough Even Of Oneself.

After Sixty, The Self-questioning Of Middle Age Is Obsolete.

The Man Of Sensibility Is Too Busy Talking About His Feelings To Have Time For Good Deeds.

Whether I Give To A Beggar Or Not, His Existence Puts Me In The Wrong.

For Some, Bottles Of Liquor Gleam Like The Towers Of Eldorado.