Since Eve Ate The Apple, Much Depends

And What Is Writ Is Writ - / Would It Were Worthier!

They Never Fail Who Die In A Great Cause.

Prolonged Endurance Tames The Bold.

Tis Not On Youth's Smooth Cheek The Blush Alone, Which Fades So Fast, But The Tender Bloom Of Heart Is Gone, Ere Youth Itself Be Past.

Romances I Ne'er Read Like Those I Have Seen.