The Most Honest Of Men Is The

One Approaches The Journey's End. But The End Is A Goal, Not A Catastrophe.

... Everyone's Free To Embark On Either A Great Clipper Or A Little Fishing Boat. An Artist Is An Explorer Who Oughtn't To Shrink From Anything: It Doesn't Matter Whether He Goes To The Left Or The Right -- His Goal Sanctifies All.

... Love Is Too Delicate A Flower To Rise Again When One Has Trampled It Under Foot.

O Heart! Love Is Thy Bane And Thy Antidote.

Women Love Always: When Earth Slips From Them, They Take Refuge In Heaven.