The Only Thing A Man Knows Is

The Spot Of Ground On Which A Man Has Stood Is Forever Interesting To Him.

To Have To Die Is A Distinction Of Which No Man Is Proud.

If You Wish To Preserve Your Secret, Wrap It Up In Frankness.

To Bring The Best Human Qualities To Anything Like Perfection, To Fill Them With The Sweet Juices Of Courtesy And Charity, Prosperity, Or, At All Events, A Moderate Amount Of It, Is Required,--just As Sunshine Is Needed For The Ripening Of Peaches And Apricots.

The Pale Child, Eve, Leading Her Mother, Night.