Most Brilliant Star Upon The Crest Of

A Man Gazing At The Stars Is Proverbially At The Mercy Of The Puddles In The Road.

It Is A Characteristic Of Pleasure That We Can Never Recognize It To Be Pleasure Till After It Is Gone.

Pleasure Has No Logic; It Never Treads In Its Own Footsteps.

Christmas Is The Day That Holds All Time Together.

There Is Nothing Good In This World Which Time Does Not Improve.