Where Words Cease, There Music Begins.

Money Is The God Of Our Time, And Rothschild Is His Prophet.

Oh What Lies There Are In Kisses! And Their Guile So Well Prepared! Sweet The Snaring Is; But This Is Sweeter Still, To Be Ensnared.

In These Times We Fight For Ideas And Newspapers Are Our Fortress.

Nature, Like A True Poet, Abhors Abrupt Transitions.

Laughter Is Wholesome. God Is Not So Dull As Some People Make Out. Did Not He Make The Kitten To Chase Its Tail.