As A Man Grows Older It Is

Each Departed Friend Is A Magnet That Attracts Us To The Next World.

Variety Of Mere Nothings Gives More Pleasure Than Uniformity Of Something.

Beauty Attracts Us Men; But If, Like An Armed Magnet It Is Pointed, Beside, With Gold And Silver, It Attracts With Tenfold Power.

There Are Souls Which Fall From Heaven Like Flowers, But Ere They Bloom Are Crushed Under The Foul Tread Of Some Brutal Hoof.

No Heroine Can Create A Hero Through Love Of One, But She Can Give Birth To One