There Is No Real Wealth But The

Tragedy Delights By Affording A Shadow Of The Pleasure Which Exists In Pain.

Only Nature Knows How To Justly Proportion To The Fault The Punishment It Deserves.

Through The Sunset Of Hope, Like The Shapes Of A Dream, What Paradise Islands Of Glory Gleam!

Is It Not Odd That The Only Generous Person I Ever Knew, Who Had Money To Be Generous With, Should Be A Stockbroker.

Songs Consecrate To Truth And Liberty.