I Have Always Thought That Every Woman

Poverty Has Its Duties As Well As Its Rights.

I Am Myself A Gentleman Of The Press, And Have No Other Escutcheon.

O Music! Miraculous Art! A Blast Of Thy Trumpet And Millions Rush Forward To Die; A Peal Of Thy Organ And Uncounted Nations Sink Down To Pray.

Patience Is A Necessary Ingredient Of Genius.

I Have Lived Long Enough To Know That The Evening Glow Of Love Has Its Own Riches And Splendour.