Redheaded Women Buck Like Goats.

Pity Is The Feeling Which Arrests The Mind In The Presence Of Whatesoever Is Grave And Constant In Human Sufferings And Unites It With The Human Sufferer.

Lord, Heap Miseries Upon Us Yet Entwine Our Arts With Laughters Low.

I Confess That I Do Not See What Good It Does To Fulminate Against The English Tyranny While The Roman Tyranny Occupies The Palace Of The Soul.

Fall If You Will, But Rise You Must.

Whatever Else Is Unsure In This Stinking Dunghill Of A World A Mother's Love Is Not.