No Heroine Can Create A Hero Through

I Have Made As Much Out Of Myself As Could Be Made Of The Stuff, And No Man Should Require More.

As A Man Grows Older It Is Harder And Harder To Frighten Him.

Joys Are Our Wings, Sorrows Our Spurs.

Beauty Attracts Us Men; But If, Like An Armed Magnet It Is Pointed, Beside, With Gold And Silver, It Attracts With Tenfold Power.

Man Has Here Two And A Half Minutes-one To Smile, One To Sigh, And A Half To Love: For In The Midst Of This Minute He Dies.