Youth Goes Caparisoned In Immortality.

When I Heard, Humpty Dumpty Sat On A Wall, I Thought, Did He Fall Or Was He Pushed?

Without The Hope Of Posterity, For Our Race If Not For Ourselves, Without The Assurance That We Being Dead Yet Live, All Pleasures Of The Mind And Senses Sometimes Seem To Me No More Than Pathetic And Crumbling Defences Shored Up Against Our Ruin.

Charm Is Always Genuine; It May Be Superficial But It Isn't False.

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Any Visitor To An Historic Country Town Or City Quickly Becomes Aware In His Or Her Peregrinations That The Most Attractive Houses In The Centre Are Invariably The Offices Of Lawyers.