Where To Look If You've Lost Your

The Past Exudes Legend: One Can't Make Pure Clay Of Time's Mud.

One's Fantasy Goes For A Walk And Returns With A Bride.

Life Is A Tragedy Full Of Joy.

Reader, I Am Myself The Subject Of My Book; You Would Be Unreasonable To Spend Your Leisure On So Frivolous And So Vain A Matter.

... It's Possible To Let Love Fly By Like A Cloud In A Windy Sky If One Is Too Timid, Or Perhaps Unable To Believe He Is Entitled To Good Fortune.