What A Fool You Must Be," Said

A Little Girl Loves Her Bird--why? Because It Lives And Feels; Because It Is Helpless And Harmless? A Toad, Likewise, Lives And Feels, And Is Equally Helpless And Harmless; But Though She Would Not Hurt A Toad, She Cannot Love It Like The Bird, With Its Graceful Form, Soft Feathers, And Bright, Speaking Eyes.

You Cannot Expect Stone To Be As Pliable As Clay.

It Is Better To Arm And Strengthen Your Hero, Than To Disarm And Enfeeble Your Foe.

My Soul Is Awakened, My Spirit Is Soaring And Carried Aloft On The Wings Of The Breeze.

I Would Rather Have Your Friendship Than The Love Of Any Other Woman In The World.