The World Resembles A Stage On Which

Happy Is The Man Who Finds A True Friend, And Far Happier Is He Who Finds That True Friend In His Wife.

If Only Your Pure And Clean Mind Could Touch Me, Dear Haydn, Nobody Has A Greater Reverence For You Than I Have.

There Are Two Contrary Impulses Which Govern This Man's Brain-the One Sane, And The Other Eccentric. They Alternate At Regular Intervals.

There Are Eight Girls In The House In Which I Am Living, And Practically All Of Them Are Good Looking. You Can Realize That I Am Kept Busy.

When All Hopes Of Recognition Or Honor Have Faded Into Distant Memory, When Purity Of Heart Meets Sorrow Of Mind, When All The World Seems To Walk In Blindness And Yet A Man Works Without Wearying For That Which He Loves...only In This Moment Is Passion Truly Understood