She Belongs To A Race Of Delightful

Every Shot That Kills Ricochets.

Tomorrow Is No Man's Gift.

Love Knows Not Distance; It Hath No Continent; Its Eyes Are For The Stars, Its Feet For The Swords; It Continueth, Though An Army Lay Waste The Pasture; It Comforteth When There Are No Medicines; It Hath The Relish Of Manna; And By It Do Men Live In The Desert.

It's The People Who Try To Be Clever Who Never Are; The People Who Are Clever Never Think Of Trying To Be.

Nothing Is So Unproductive As The Law. It Is Expensive Whether You Win Or Lose.