Perhaps This Is An Age When Men

Beauty Is Ever To The Lonely Mind A Shadow Fleeting; She Is Never Plain. She Is A Visitor Who Leaves Behind The Gift Of Grief, The Souvenir Of Pain.

The Misfortunes Hardest To Bear Are These Which Never Came.

All Cities Are Mad: But The Madness Is Gallant. All Cities Are Beautiful: But The Beauty Is Grim.

There Is Only One Success - To Be Able To Spend Your Life In Your Own Way.

Only The Sinner Has The Right To Preach.