They Are Called Finishing-schools And The Name

I Think If I Were Dying And I Heard Of An Act Of Injustice, It Would Start Me Up To A Moment's Life Again.

Now We Have No God. We Have Had Two: The Old God That Our Fathers Handed Down To Us, That We Hated, And Never Liked; The New One That We Made For Ourselves, That We Loved; But Now He Has Flitted Away From Us, And We See What He Was Made Of - The Shadow Of Our Highest Ideal, Crowned And Throned. Now We Have No God.

There Was Never A Great Man Who Had Not A Great Mother.

Everything Has Two Sides - The Outside That Is Ridiculous, And The Inside That Is Solemn.

The Troubles Of The Young Are Soon Over; They Leave No External Mark. If You Wound The Tree In Its Youth The Bark Will Quickly Cover The Gash; But When The Tree Is Very Old, Peeling The Bark Off, And Looking Carefully, You Will See The Scar There Still. All That Is Buried Is Not Dead.