Money Is A Great Dignifier.

All Play And No Work Makes Jack A Mere Toy.

Oh, How With More Than Dreams The Soul Is Torn, Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes.

The Age Is Materialistic. Verse Isn't. I Must Be With The Age, So I Am Writing Prose.

Poor Conceited Humanity! Interpreters Of God Indeed.

A Minute To Smile And An Hour To Weep In, A Pint Of Joy To A Peck Of Trouble, And Never A Laugh But The Moans Come Double; And That Is Life!