I was classically trained in operetta from about age 4, I think.
Be wise with speed; a fool at forty is a fool indeed.
How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
How poor, how rich, how abject, how august, How complicate, how wonderful, is man!. . . Midway from nothing to the Deity!
Too low they build who build below the skies.
Who lives to Nature, rarely can be poor ; who lives to fancy, never can be rich.
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.
It always surprises me in films that killers seem so gleeful about killing people.
You may talk about religion and speak about the Gospel, and say we have got the truth and the plan of salvation, and we have got the authority of the Priesthood; but if we are not honest, it does not amount to anything; for neither God nor honorable men love dishonesty. We must, therefore, be an honest people.
However we may pity the mother whose health and even life is imperiled by the performance of her natural duty, there yet remains no sufficient reason for condoning the direct murder of the innocent.
Symbolism is no mere idle fancy or corrupt degeneration: it is inherent in the very texture of human life.