Great Men Have Always Had Dogs.

The World Never Leaves One In Ignorance Or In Peace.

Who Has Passed By The Fates Of Disillusion Has Died Twice.

Brussels Is A Gay Little City That Lies As Bright Within Its Girdle Of Woodland As Any Butterfly That Rests Upon Moss.

There Is A Chord In Every Heart That Has A Sigh In It If Touched Aright.

It Is Hard Work To Be Good When You Are Very Little And Very Hungry, And Have Many Sticks To Beat You, And No Mother's Lips To Kiss You.