Spring Was Running In A Thin Green

The Old Alone Have Finality. What Is True Of The Young Today May Be False Tomorrow. They Are Enveloped In Emotion; And Emotion As A State Of Being Is Fluent And Evanescent.

Irony Is An Indispensable Ingredient Of The Critical Vision; It Is The Safest Antidote To Sentimental Decay.

The Pathos Of Life Is Worse Than The Tragedy.

The Only Difference Between A Rut And A Grave Are The Dimensions.

He Knows So Little And Knows It So Fluently.