We Wear The Mask That Grins And

Money Is A Great Dignifier.

This, This Indeed Is To Be Accursed, For If We Mortals Love, Or If We Sing, We Count Our Joys Not By What We Have, But By What Kept Us From That Perfect Thing.

Washington Is The City Where The Big Men Of Little Towns Come To Be Disillusioned

A Minute To Smile And An Hour To Weep In, A Pint Of Joy To A Peck Of Trouble, And Never A Laugh But The Moans Come Double; And That Is Life!

You Are Sweet, O Love, Dear Love,you Are Soft As The Nesting Dove.come To My Heart And Bring It Restas The Bird Flies Home To Its Welcome Nest.