A Birthday Is A Good Time To

Nature Is Thought Immersed In Matter. . .

The Fable Runs That The Gods Mix Our Pains And Pleasure In One Cup, And Thus Mingle For Us The Adulterate Immortality Which We Alone Are Permitted Here To Enjoy. Voluptuous Raptures, Could We Prolong These At Pleasure, Would Dissipate And Dissolve Us. A Sip Is The Most That Mortals Are Permitted From Any Goblet Of Delight.

Ideas First And Last: Yet It Is Not Till These Are Formulated And Utilized That The Devotees Of The Common Sense Discern Their Value And Advantages. The Idealist Is The Capitalist On Whose Resources Multitudes Are Maintained Life Long. Ideas In The Head Set Hands About Their Several Tasks, Thus Carrying Forward All Human Endeavors To Their Issues.

Time Is One's Best Friend, Teaching Best Of All The Wisdom Of Silence.

Our Favorites Are Few; Since Only What Rises From The Heart Reaches It, Being Caught And Carried On The Tongues Of Men Wheresoever Love And Letters Journey.