Civil Wars Leave Nothing But Tombs.

Experience Is The Only Prophecy Of Wise Men.

The Death Of A Man's Wife Is Like Cutting Down An Ancient Oak That Has Long Shaded The Family Mansion. Henceforth The Glare Of The World, With Its Cares And Vicissitudes Falls Upon The Old Widower's Heart, And There Is Nothing To Break Their Force, Or Shield Him From The Full Weight Of Misfortune. It Is As If His Right Hand Were Withered; As If One Wing Of His Angel Was Broken, And Every Movement That He Made Brought Him To The Ground.

Barbarism Recommences By The Excess Of Civilization.

My Dog! The Difference Between Thee And Me Knows Only Our Creator.

Republicanism And Ignorance Are In Bitter Antagonism.