The Tongue May Be An Unruly Member--

. . . The Weal Of The Race, And The Cause Of Humanity, Here And Now, Are Enough To Give Life Meaning And Death As Well.

To This Generation I Would Say: Memorize Some Bit Of Verse Of Truth Or Beauty.

There Is No Marriage In Heaven, But There Is Love.

In Time You Shall See Fate Approach You In The Shape Of Your Own Image In The Mirror.

The Snows And The Roses Of Yesterday Are Vanished; And What Is Love But A Rose That Fades?