There Is Nothing Good In This World

Style, After All, Rather Than Thought, Is The Immortal Thing In Literature.

Winter Does Not Work Only On A Broad Scale; He Is Careful In Trifles.

The Man Who In This World Can Keep The Whiteness Of His Soul Is Not Likely To Lose It In Any Other.

A Man's Real Possession Is His Memory. In Nothing Else Is He Rich, In Nothing Else Is He Poor.

Nature Never Quite Goes Along With Us. She Is Somber At Weddings, Sunny At Funerals, And She Frowns On Ninety-nine Out Of A Hundred Picnics.