A Widow Of Doubtful Age Will Marry

The Illusion That Times That Were Are Better Than Those That Are, Has Probably Pervaded All Ages.

Great Grief Makes Sacred Those Upon Whom Its Hand Is Laid. Joy May Elevate, Ambition Glorify, But Sorrow Alone Can Consecrate.

Apathy Is A Sort Of Living Oblivion.

The Way We Do Things Is To Begin.

The Word "rest" Is Not In My Vocabulary.