The Finest Poetry Was First Experience.

Though We Travel The World Over To Find The Beautiful, We Must Carry It With Us Or We Find It Not.

In Skating Over Thin Ice Our Safety Is In Our Speed.

Manners Have Been Somewhat Cynically Defined To Be A Contrivance Of Wise Men To Keep Fools At A Distance. Fashion Is Shrewd To Detect Those Who Do Not Belong To Her Train, And Seldom Wastes Her Attentions. Society Is Very Swift In Its Instincts, And If You Do Not Belong To It, Resists And Sneers At You, Or Quietly Drops You.

What Is Well Done, I Feel As If I Did; What Is Ill-done, I Reck Not Of.

We Sell The Thrones Of Angels For A Short And Turbulent Pleasure.