Life Was Never Anything But A Perpetual

Decide On What You Think Is Right, And Stick To It.

All The Learnin' My Father Ever Paid For Was A Bit O' Birch At One End And The Alphabet At Th ' Other.

A Woman's Rank Lies In The Fulness Of Her Womanhood: Therein Alone She Is Royal.

The Wrong That Rouses Our Angry Passions Finds Only A Medium In Us; It Passes Through Us Like A Vibration, And We Inflict What We Have Suffered.

Things Are Achieved When They Are Well Begun. The Perfect Archer Calls The Deer His Own While Yet The Shaft Is Whistling.