But The Conceited Man Did Not Hear

I Don't Believe You! Flowers Are Weak Creatures. They Are Naive. They Reassure Themselves As Best They Can. They Believe That Their Thorns Are Terrible Weapons.

There Is No Hope Of Joy Except In Human Relations.

The Strong Are Strengthened By Reverses; The Trouble Is That The True Meaning Of Events Scores Next To Nothing In The Match We Play With Men. Appearances Decide Our Gains Or Losses And The Points Are Trumpery. And A Mere Semblance Of Defeat May Hopelessly Checkmate Us.

You See, One Loves The Sunset When One Is So Sad.

A Man's Age Represents A Fine Cargo Of Experiences And Memories.