Grief Never Mended No Broken Bones.

We Part With Tender Relations Stretching Far Behind Us, That Never Can Be Exactly Renewed, And With Others Dawning - Yet Before Us.

A Man Must Take The Fat With The Lean.

The Last Trumpet Ever To Be Sounded Shall Blow Even Algebra To Wreck.

"ecod, You May Say What You Like Of My Father, Then, And So I Give You Leave," Said Jonas. "i Think It's Liquid Aggravation That Circulates Through His Veins, And Not Regular Blood..."

The Men Who Learn Endurance, Are They Who Call The Whole World, Brother.