What A Day It Is When We

Just As, Out Of Habit, One Consults A Run-down Clock As Though It Were Still Going, So Too One May Look At The Face Of A Beautiful Woman As Though He Still Loved Her.

A Judge Who Cannot Punish, In The End Associates Themselves With The Criminal.

Presents At Once? That's Good. He Is Sure To Succeed.

Wine Rejoices The Heart Of Man And Joy Is The Mother Of All Virtues.

Is Not The Core Of Nature In The Heart Of Man?