Man, While He Loves, Is Never Quite

Half As Sober As A Judge.

I Toiled After It, Sir, As Some Men Toil After Virtue.

We Grow Gray In Our Spirit Long Before We Grow Gray In Our Hair.

An Album Is A Garden, Not For Show Planted, But Use; Where Wholesome Herbs Should Grow.

Not Many Sounds In Life, And I Include All Urban And All Rural Sounds, Exceed In Interest A Knock At The Door.