They Seemed To Be Staring At The

No Hour Is Ever Eternity, But It Has Its Right To Weep.

There Is No Single Face In Nature, Because Every Eye That Looks Upon It, Sees It From Its Own Angle. So Every Man's Spice-box Seasons His Own Food.

I Am Not Tragically Colored. There Is No Great Sorrow Dammed Up In My Soul, Nor Lurking Behind My Eyes. I Do Not Mind At All.

I Will Fight For My Country, But I Will Not Lie For Her.

I Do Not Weep At The World I Am Too Busy Sharpening My Oyster Knife.