The Age Is A Vociferous One, And

It Is Only In The Heart That Anything Really Happens.

In Her Abhorrrence Of A Vacuum, Nature, For The Furtherance Of Her Favorite Hobby, Has Often To Resort To Strange Devices. If She Could But Understand That Vacuity Is Sometimes Better Than Superfluity!

The Old Alone Have Finality. What Is True Of The Young Today May Be False Tomorrow. They Are Enveloped In Emotion; And Emotion As A State Of Being Is Fluent And Evanescent.

Most Women Want Their Youth Back Again; But I Wouldn't Have Mine Back At Any Price. The Worst Years Of My Life Are Behind Me, And My Best Ones Ahead.

The Hardest Thing For Me Is The Sense Of Impermanence. All Passes; Nothing Returns.