The Waste Of Plenty Is The Resource

The Juice Of The Grape Is The Liquid Quintessence Of Concentrated Sunbeams.

Marriage May Often Be A Stormy Lake, But Celibacy Is Almost Always A Muddy Horsepond.

Names Are Changed More Readily Than Doctrines, And Doctrines More Readily Than Ceremonies.

The Present Is Our Own; But While We Speak, We Cease From Its Possession, And Resign The Stage We Tread On, To Another Race, As Vain, And Gay, And Mortal As Ourselves.

But Still My Fancy Wanders Free Through That Which Might Have Been.