In Youth All Doors Open Outward; In

The Men That Women Marry, And Why They Marry Them, Will Always Be A Marvel And A Mystery To The World.

In The Long Run Men Hit Only What They Aim At.

My Own Thoughts Are My Companions.

But The Great Master Said, "i See No Best In Kind, But In Degree; I Gave A Various Gift To Each, To Charm, To Strengthen, And To Teach".

Who Ne'er His Bread In Sorrow Ate, Who Ne'er The Mournful Midnight Hours Weeping Upon His Bed Has Sate, He Knows You Not, Ye Heavenly Powers.