I, Who Ne'erwent For Myself A Begging,

Nature Meant Woman To Be Her Masterpiece.

Yesterday I Lived, Today I Suffer, Tomorrow I Die; But I Still Think Fondly, Today And Tomorrow, Of Yesterday.

Well Was It Said By A Man Of Sagacity That Dancing Was A Sort Of Privileged And Reputable Folly, And That The Best Way To Be Convinced Of This Was To Close The Ears And Judge Of It By The Eyes Alone.

It Is Not The Truth That A Man Possesses, Or Believes That He Possesses, But The Earnest Effort Which He Puts Forward To Reach The Truth, Which Constitutes The Worth Of A Man

The Gift Of Prayer Is Not Always At Our Command.