No Endeavour Is In Vain; Its Reward

There's Nothing In This World So Sweet As Love. And Next To Love The Sweetest Thing Is Hate.

No Literature Is Complete Until The Language It Was Written In Is Dead.

The Best Thing One Can Do When It's Raining Is To Let It Rain.

Kind Messages, That Pass From Land To Land; Kind Letters, That Betray The Heart's Deep History, In Which We Feel The Pressure Of A Hand,-- One Touch Of Fire,--and All The Rest Is Mystery!

Mine Is The Month Of Roses; Yes, And Mine The Month Of Marriages! All Pleasant Sights And Scents, The Fragrance Of The Blossoming Vine, The Foliage Of The Valleys And The Heights. Mine Are The Longest Days, The Loveliest Nights; The Mower's Scythe Makes Music To My Ear; I Am The Mother Of All Dear Delights; I Am The Fairest Daughter Of The Year.