Perspective, As Its Inventor Remarked, Is A

The Beauty Of A Lovely Woman Is Like Music.

Religious Ideas Have The Fate Of Melodies, Which, Once Set Afloat In The World, Are Taken Up By All Sorts Of Instruments, Some Of Them Woefully Coarse, Feeble, Or Out Of Tune, Until People Are In Danger Of Crying Out That The Melody Itself Is Detestable.

Speech Is Often Barren; But Silence Also Does Not Necessarily Brood Over A Full Nest.

Our Deeds Determine Us, As Much As We Determine Our Deeds.

Of New Acquaintances One Can Never Be Sure Because One Likes Them One Day That It Will Be So The Next. Of Old Friends One Is Sure That It Will Be The Same Yesterday, Today, And Forever.