Ease Up, The Play Is Over.

Great Grief Makes Sacred Those Upon Whom Its Hand Is Laid. Joy May Elevate, Ambition Glorify, But Sorrow Alone Can Consecrate.

Apathy Is A Sort Of Living Oblivion.

The Illusion That Times That Were Are Better Than Those That Are, Has Probably Pervaded All Ages.

The Word "rest" Is Not In My Vocabulary.

The Darkest Day In A Man's Career Is That Wherein He Fancies There Is Some Easier Way Of Getting A Dollar Than By Squarely Earning It.