Some People Stay Longer In An Hour

See How Today's Achievement Is Only Tomorrow's Confusion;see How Possession Always Cheapens The Thing That Was Precious.

What The American Public Wants In The Theater Is A Tragedy With A Happy Ending.

Out Of The Fragrant Heart Of Bloom, The Bobolinks Are Singing; Out Of The Fragrant Heart Of Bloom The Apple-tree Whispers To The Room, "why Art Thou But A Nest Of Gloom While The Bobolinks Are Singing?

You'll Find As You Grow Older That You Weren't Born Such A Great While Ago After All. The Time Shortens Up.

If Ever The Public Was Betrayed By Its Press, It's Ours.