To Love Is The Half Of To

The Hand Which Moves Over The Dial Moves Also Among Souls.

Progress Is The Life-style Of Man.

One Can No More Keep The Mind From Returning To An Idea Than The Sea From Returning To A Shore. For A Sailor, This Is Called The Tide; In The Case Of The Guilty It Is Called Remorse. God Stirs Up The Soul As Well As The Ocean.

In Love, Such A Word, Whispered, Is A Mysterious Kiss Of The Soul To The Soul.

Have But Luck, And You Will Have The Rest; Be Fortunate, And You Will Be Thought Great.