If You Are Losing Your

The Mere Process Of Growing Old Together Will Make The Slightest Acquaintance Seem A Bosom Friend.

A Friend Who Loved Perfection Would Be The Perfect Friend, Did Not That Love Shut His Door On Me.

But Man Is Above All A Social And Political Animal; His Relations With His Fellow Human Beings Form His Most Absorbing And Important Interest.

I Am One Of The Unpraised, Unrewarded Millions Without Whom Statistics Would Be A Bankrupt Science. It Is We Who Are Born, Who Marry, Who Die, In Constant Ratios.

There Are People Who, Like Houses, Are Beautiful In Dilapidation.