Compromise Makes A Good Umbrella, But A

Through Aisles Of Long-drawn Centuries My Spirit Walks In Thought.

He Gives Only The Worthless Gold Who Gives From A Sense Of Duty.

The Mind Can Weave Itself Warmly In The Cocoon Of Its Own Thoughts, And Dwell A Hermit Anywhere.

Aspiration Sees Only One Side Of Every Question; Possession Many.

I Don't Believe In Princerple, But Oh I Du In Interest.