The Plague Of Gold Strikes Far And

Experience, Like A Pale Musician, Holds A Dulcimer Of Patience In His Hand.

It Is Difficult To Get Rid Of People When You Once Have Given Them Too Much Pleasure.

Why, What Is To Live? Not To Eat And Drink And Breathe,—but To Feel The Life In You Down All The Fibres Of Being, Passionately And Joyfully.

Love That Endures, From Life That Disappears!

The Greeks Said Grandly In Their Tragic Phrase, 'let No One Be Called Happy Till His Death;' To Which I Would Add, 'let No One, Till His Death, Be Called Unhappy.'