America Is The Only Place Where Man

Don't You Stay At Home Of Evenings? Don't You Love A Cushioned Seat In A Corner, By The Fireside, With Your Slippers On Your Feet?

Man Has His Will, But Woman Has Her Way.

Nothing Is So Common-place As To Wish To Be Remarkable.

We Call Those Poets Who Are First To Mark, Through Earth's Dull Mist The Coming Of The Dawn, Who See In Twilight's Gloom The First Pale Spark, While Others Only Note That Day Is Gone.

Love Prefers Twilight To Daylight.