Never Engage In A Battle Of Wits

There Are Bitter Weeds In England.

Art Is To Beauty What Honor Is To Honesty.

What A Fool I Have Been!

To Build May Have To Be The Slow And Laborious Task Of Years. To Destroy Can Be The Thoughtless Act Of A Single Day.

My Mother Made A Brilliant Impression Upon My Childhood Life. She Shone For Me Like The Evening Star.