What I Possess I Would Gladly Retain.

This Is What They All Come To Who Exclusively Harp On Experience. They Do Not Stop To Consider That Experience Is Only One Half Of Experience.

Wishes Are Premonitions Of Abilities.

Over The Trackless Past, Somewhere, Lie The Lost Days Of Our Tropic Youth, Only Regained By Faith And Prayer, Only Recalled By Prayer And Plaint, Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!

Taste Is Only To Be Educated By Contemplation, Not Of The Tolerably Good But Of The Truly Excellent.

One Must Be Something, In Order To Do Something.