Enveloped In A Common Mist, We Seem

If I Got Places, Sir, It Was Because I Made Myself Fit For 'em. If You Want To Slip Into A Round Hole, You Must First Make A Ball Of Yourself; That's Where It Is.

It Must Be Sad To Outlive Aught We Love.

Wise Books For Half The Truths They Hold Are Honored Tombs.

A Fool Or Idiot Is One Who Expects Things To Happen That Never Can Happen.

I Not Only Want To Be Loved, I Want To Be Told That I'm Loved.