Whoever Claims To Understand Another Person Completely,

If The World 's A Vale Of Tears, Smile, Till Rainbows Span It!

Every Phase Of Our Life Belongs To Us. The Moon Does Not, Except In Appearance, Lose Her First Thin, Luminous Curve, Nor Her Silvery Crescent, In Rounding To Her Full. The Woman Is Still Both Child And Girl, In The Completeness Of Womanly Character.

I Don't Own An Inch Of Land, But All I See Is Mine.

A Man May Make A Misanthrope Of Himself, But He Is Never One By Nature.

Some Of Us Must Wait For The Best Human Gifts Until We Come To Heavenly Places. Our Natural Desire For Musical Utterance Is Perhaps A Prophecy That In A Perfect World We Shall All Know How To Sing.