The Lemonade Is Weak, Like Your Soul.

Honor Women! They Entwine And Weave Heavenly Roses In Our Earthly Life.

Death Is A Mighty Mediator. There All The Flames Of Rage Are Extinguished, Hatred Is Appeased, And Angelic Pity, Like A Weeping Sister, Bends With Gentle And Close Embrace Over The Funeral Urn.

We Are Citizens Of An Age, As Well As Of A State; And If It Is Held To Be Unseemly, Or Even Inadmissible, For A Man To Cut Himself Off From The Customs And Manners Of The Circle In Which He Lives, Why Should It Be Less Of A Duty, In The Choice Of His Activity, To Submit His Decision To The Needs And The Taste Of His Century?

What's Old Collapses, Times Change, And New Life Blossoms In The Ruins.

Yes Great People Are Always Subject To Persecution And Always Getting Into Straits.