Suspense-is Hostiler Than Death-death- Tho Soever Broad,

A Wounded Deer Leaps The Highest.

Will You Tell Me My Fault, Frankly As To Yourself, For I Had Rather Wince, Than Die. Men Do Not Call The Surgeon To Commend The Bone, But To Set It, Sir.

Sunrise: Day's Great Progenitor.

Some Arrows Slay But Whom They Strike - But This Slew All But Him - Who So Appareled His Escape - Too Trackless For A Tomb

Celebrity Is The Chastisement Of Merit And The Punishment Of Talent.