Every Young Man Is Prone To Be

The Terrors Of The Child Are Quite Reasonable, And Add To His Loveliness; For His Utter Ignorance And Weakness, And His Enchanting Indignation On Such A Small Basis Of Capital Compel Every Bystander To Take His Part.

The Times Are The Masquerade Of The Eternities; Trivial To The Dull, Tokens Of Noble And Majestic Agents To The Wise; The Receptacle In Which The Past Leaves Its History; The Quarry Out Of Which The Genius Of Today Is Building Up The Future.

In The Last Analysis, Love Is Only The Reflection Of A Man's Own Worthiness From Other Men.

If You Want A Friend You Need To Be A Friend.

The Aristocrat Is The Democrat Ripe, And Gone To Seed.