A Life Spent Worthily Should Be Measured

Easy Writings Curse Is Hard Reading.

O Lord, Sir - When A Heroine Goes Mad She Always Goes Into White Satin.

I Hate To See Prudence Clinging To The Green Suckers Of Youth; 'tis Like Ivy Round A Sapling, And Spoils The Growth Of The Tree.

We Will Not Anticipate The Past; So Mind, Young People,-our Retrospection Will Be All To The Future.

Won't You Come Into The Garden? I Would Like My Roses To See You.