Chicago Sounds Rough To The Maker Of

The Sea Drowns Out Humanity And Time. It Has No Sympathy With Either, For It Belongs To Eternity; And Of That It Sings Its Monotonous Song Forever And Ever.

A Few Can Touch The Magic String, And Noisy Fame Is Proud To Win Them: Alas For Those That Never Sing, But Die With All Their Music In Them!

Even A Dog Knows The Difference Between Being Kicked And Being Stumbled Over.

But Friendship Is The Breathing Rose, With Sweets In Every Fold.

A Man May Fulfill The Object Of His Existence By Asking A Question He Cannot Answer, And Attempting A Task He Cannot Achieve.