Lowly, With A Broken Neck, The Crocus

Could I Find A Place To Be Alone With Heaven, I Would Speak My Heart Out Heaven Is My Need.

Memoirs Are The Backstairs Of History.

Chance Works For Us When We Are Good Captains.

Behold The Life At Ease; It Drifts, The Sharpened Life Commands Its Course.

We Know The Degree Of Refinement In People By The Matter They Laugh At And The Ring Of The Laugh.