To Some Will Come A Time When

This Morning I Deleted The Hyphen From "hell-bound" And Made It One Word; This Afternoon I Redivided It And Restored The Hyphen.

Love Must Have Wings To Fly Away From Love, And To Fly Back Again.

Youth Sees Too Far To See How Near It Is To Seeing Farther.

Friends: People Who Borrow My Books And Set Wet Glasses On Them.

Pity Is Like A Knife, Sometimes, And It May Pierce One Who Employs It More Shrewdly Than The Victim It Would Save.