Breed Is Stronger Than Pasture.

Life Began With Waking Up And Loving My Mother's Face.

Whether Happiness May Come Or Not, One Should Try And Prepare One's Self To Do Without It.

No Story Is The Same To Us After A Lapse Of Time; Or Rather We Who Read It Are No Longer The Same Interpreters.

Subtle Impressions For Which Words Are Quite Too Coarse A Medium.

The Prevarication And White Lies Which A Mind That Keeps Itself Ambitiously Pure Is As Uneasy Under As A Great Artist Under The False Touches That No Eye Detects But His Own, Are Worn As Lightly As Mere Trimmings When Once The Actions Have Become A Lie.