Money Comes To Life As It Is

The Harp Is An Insipid Instrument--no Good For Dancing, Feasting, Or Marching, Only For Sitting Primly In A Parlor Or On A Cloud.

The Aphorist Is A Hit And Run Artist.

Vice Is A Dreary Business. And Virtue Is Not A Lot Of Fun, Either.

Boast Quietly, With Decorum.

The Modest Youth Somehow Knows Just What To Do For The Cameras.