The Evening Of A Well Spent Youth

He Who Has Not The Weakness Of Friendship Has Not The Strength.

Grace Imitates Modesty, As Politeness Imitates Kindness.

The Evening Of Life Brings With It Its Lamps.

Words Are Like Eyeglasses They Blur Everything That They Do Not Make Clear.

The Voice Is A Human Sound Which Nothing Inanimate Can Perfectly Imitate. It Has An Authority And An Insinuating Property Which Writing Lacks. It Is Not Merely So Much Air, But Air Modulated And Impregnated With Life.