Is it not odd that the only generous person I ever knew, who had money to be generous with, should be a stockbroker.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Twin-sister of Religion, Selfishness.
The pleasure that is in sorrow is sweeter than the pleasure of pleasure itself.
Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.
Fear not for the future, weep not for the past.
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
