The Face Is The Mirror Of The

Every Day We Are Changing, Every Day We Are Dying, And Yet We Fancy Ourselves Eternal.

Begin Now What You Will Be Hereafter.

Avoid, As You Would The Plague, A Clergyman Who Is Also A Man Of Business.

Quick Enough, If Good Enough.

The Fact Is That My Native Land Is A Prey To Barbarism, That In It Men's Only God Is Their Belly, That They Live Only For The Present, And That The Richer A Man Is The Holier He Is Held To Be.