Only The Rich Are Lonesome.

I Know What The Caged Bird Feels, Alas!

Money Is A Great Dignifier.

Oh, How With More Than Dreams The Soul Is Torn, Ere Sleep Comes Down To Soothe The Weary Eyes.

Poor Conceited Humanity! Interpreters Of God Indeed.

A Minute To Smile And An Hour To Weep In, A Pint Of Joy To A Peck Of Trouble, And Never A Laugh But The Moans Come Double; And That Is Life!