Enthusiasm Begets Enthusiasm.

Your Silent Tents Of Green We Deck With Fragrant Flowers; Yours Has The Suffering Been, The Memory Shall Be Ours.

If The Great Captain Of Plymouth Is So Very Eager To Wed Me, Why Does He Not Come Himself, And Take The Trouble To Woo Me? If I Am Not Worth The Wooing, I Surely Am Not Worth The Winning!

Let Him Not Boast Who Puts His Armor On As He Who Puts It Off, The Battle Done.

Much Must He Toil Who Serves The Immortal Gods.

When She Had Passed, It Seemed Like The Ceasing Of Exquisite Music.