Eyes That Droop Like Summer Flowers.

Toil Is The Portion Of Day, As Sleep Is That Of Night; But If There Be One Hour Of The Twenty-four Which Has The Life Of Day Without Its Labor, And The Rest Of Night Without Its Slumber, It Is The Lovely And Languid Hour Of Twilight.

Anybody's Applause Is Better Than Nobody's.

Repentance Is A One-faced Janus, Ever Looking To The Past.

In Came ... A Baby, Eloquent As Infancy Usually Is, And Like Most Youthful Orators, More Easily Heard Than Understood.

Good Taste Is His Religion, His Morality, His Standard, And His Test.