When Time Is Spent, Eternity Begins.

Wounded Vanity Knows When It Is Mortally Hurt; And Limps Off The Field, Piteous, All Disguises Thrown Away. But Pride Carries Its Banner To The Last.

I Shall Be Found With 'indians' Engraved On My Brain When I Am Dead. A Fire Has Been Kindled Within Me, Which Will Never Go Out.

O May, Sweet-voice One, Going Thus Before, Forever June May Pour Her Warm Red Wine Of Life And Passions,--sweeter Days Are Thine!

That Indescribable Expression Peculiar To People Who Hope They Have Not Been Asleep, But Know They Have.

There Is Nothing So Skillful In Its Own Defense As Imperious Pride.