Like The Greatest Virtue And The Worst

Our Birthdays Are Feathers In The Broad Wing Of Time.

Sorrows Are Like Thunderclouds, In The Distance They Look Black, Over Our Heads Scarcely Gray.

Age Doesn't Matter, Unless Your Cheese.

No Heroine Can Create A Hero Through Love Of One, But She Can Give Birth To One

In Science The New Is An Advance; But In Morals, As Contradicting Our Inner Ideals And Historic Idols, It Is Ever A Retrogression.