Tact Is The Unsaid Part

A Tear That Trembles For A Little While Upon The Trembling Eyelid, Till The World Wavers Within Its Circle Like A Dream, Holds More Of Meaning In Its Narrow Orb Than All The Distant Landscape That It Blurs.

You May Have To Live In A Crowd, But You Do Not Have To Live Like It.

The World Is Full Of Warfare 'twixt The Evil And The Good;i Watched The Battle From Afar As One Who Understoodthe Shouting And Confusion, The Bloody, Blundering Fight-how Few There Are That See It Clear, How Few That Wage It Right!

What Is Fortune, What Is Fame? Futile Gold And Phantom Name- Riches Buried In A Cave, Glory Written On A Grave.

There Is No Personal Charm So Great As The Charm Of A Cheerful Temperament.