Marry In Haste, Repent At Leisure.

One Crowded Hour Of Glorious Life Is Worth An Age Without A Name

Mankind — The Race Would Perish Did They Cease To Aid Each Other.

For He That Does Good, Having The Unlimited Power To Do Evil, Deserves Praise Not Only For The Good Which He Performs, But For The Evil Which He Forbears.

Like The Dew On The Mountain, Like The Foam On The River, Like The Bubble On The Fountain, Thou Art Gone, And For Ever!

Dear To Me Is My Bonnie White Steed; Oft Has He Helped Me At Pinch Of Need.