A Good Style Fits Like A Good

Heaven Trims Our Lamps While We Sleep.

Our Favorites Are Few; Since Only What Rises From The Heart Reaches It, Being Caught And Carried On The Tongues Of Men Wheresoever Love And Letters Journey.

Our Dreams Drench Us In Senses, And Senses Steps Us Again In Dreams.

Dignity Of Manner Always Conveys A Sense Of Reserved Force.

No One Is Promiscuous In His Way Of Dying. A Man Who Has Decided To Hang Himself Will Never Jump In Front Of A Train.