The Gentle Wind, A Sweet And Passionate

The Happy Should Not Insist Too Much Upon Their Happiness In The Presence Of The Unhappy.

All Your Strength In Is Your Union. All Your Danger Is In Discord. Therefore Be At Peace Henceforward, And As Brothers Live Together.

Fame Grows Like A Tree If It Have The Principle Of Growth In It; The Accumulated Dews Of Ages Freshen Its Leaves.

Winter Giveth The Fields, And The Trees So Old, Their Beards Of Icicles And Snow.

I Like That Ancient Saxon Phrase, Which Calls, The Burial-ground God's-acre.