I Never Desire To Know Anything Of

The Spring Is Already Here With Her Hands Full Of Flowers.

An Actor's Life Is The Shadow Of A Cloud, The Echo Of A Sound, The Memory Of A Dream, Nothing Come Of Nothing. The Finest Actor Does Not Create, He Is But A Translator Of Another Man's Work.

The Most Intense Curiosity And Excitement Prevailed, And Though The Weather Was Uncertain, Enormous Masses Of Densely Packed People Lined The Road, Shouting And Waving Hats And Handkerchiefs As We Flew By Them.

Politics Of All Sorts, I Confess, Are Far Beyond My Limited Powers Of Comprehension. Those Of This Country As Far As I Have Been Able To Observe, Resolve Themselves Into Two Great Motives. The Aristocratic Desire Of Elevation And Separation, And The Democratic Desire Of Demolishing And Levelling.

Those That We Love Never Alter, Unless We Cease To Love Them.