Hope Has As Many Lives As A

Don't Cross The Bridge Til You Come To It.

There's Nothing In This World So Sweet As Love. And Next To Love The Sweetest Thing Is Hate.

The Nimble Lie Is Like The Second-hand Upon A Clock; We See It Fly; While The Hour-hand Of Truth Seems To Stand Still, And Yet It Moves Unseen, And Wins, At Last, For The Clock Will Not Strike Till It Has Reached The Goal.

Welcome, My Old Friend, Welcome To A Foreign Fireside.

Labor With What Zeal We Will, Something Still Remains Undone, Something Uncompleted Still Waits The Rising Of The Sun.