Oh, The Soul Keeps Its Youth!

Events That Are Predestined Require But Little Management. They Manage Themselves. They Slip Into Place While We Sleep, And Suddenly We Are Aware That The Thing We Fear To Attempt, Is Already Accomplished.

A Little Misgiving In The Beginning Of Things, Means Much Regret In The End Of Them.

Human Relations Are Built On Feeling, Not On Reason Or Knowledge. And Feeling Is Not An Exact Science; Like All Spiritual Qualities, It Has The Vagueness Of Greatness About It.

Love, Like Destiny, Loves Surprises.

This World Is Run With Far Too Tight A Rein For Luck To Interfere. Fortune Sells Her Wares; She Never Gives Them. In Some Form Or Other, We Pay For Her Favors; Or We Go Empty Away.