When One Loves One's Art No Service

It Couldn't Have Happened Anywhere But In Little Old New York.

A Good Story Is Like A Bitter Pill, With The Sugar Coating Inside Of It.

It Ain't The Roads We Take; It's What's Inside Of Us That Makes Us Turn Out The Way We Do.

Now, Girls, If You Want To Observe A Young Man Hustle Out After A Pick And Shovel, Just Tell Him That Your Heart Is In Some Other Fellow's Grave. Young Men Are Grave-robbers By Nature.

Bride Knoweth Bride At The Glance Of An Eye. And Between Them Swiftly Passes Comfort And Meaning In A Language That Man And Widows Wot Not Of.