Heiresses Are Never Jilted.

I've Studied Men From My Topsy-turvy Close, And I Reckon, Rather True. Some Are Fine Fellows: Some, Right Scurvy; Most, A Dash Between The Two.

But O The Truth, The Truth. The Many Eyes That Look On It The Diverse Things They See.

Full Lasting Is The Song, Though He, / The Singer, Passes.

We Never Know What's In Us Till We Stand By Ourselves.

The Future Not Being Born, My Friend, We Will Abstain From Baptizing It.