Why Is Youth So Short And Age

To Vice, Innocence Must Always Seem Only A Superior Kind Of Chicanery.

Who Has Passed By The Fates Of Disillusion Has Died Twice.

There Is A Chord In Every Heart That Has A Sigh In It If Touched Aright.

Talent Wears Well, Genius Wears Itself Out; Talent Drives A Snug Brougham In Fact; Genius, A Sun-chariot In Fancy.

You Have Not A Boat Of Your Own, That Is Just It; That Is What Women Always Suffer From; They Have To Steer, But The Craft Is Some One Else's, And The Haul Too.