In The Study Of The Fine Arts,

There Is No Greater Sin Than To Be Trop Prononce.

Nature, Like Man, Sometimes Weeps From Gladness.

I Have Lived Long Enough To Know That The Evening Glow Of Love Has Its Own Riches And Splendour.

There Is Magic In The Memory Of Schoolboy Friendships; It Softens The Heart, And Even Affects The Nervous System Of Those Who Have No Heart.

The Tendency Of An Advanced Civilization Is In Truth Monarchy.