A Drop Of Ink May Make A

A Quiet Conscience Makes One So Serene.

But Mighty Nature Bounds As From Her Birth; The Sun Is In The Heavens, And Life On Earth: Flowers In The Valley, Splendor In The Beam, Health On The Gale, And Freshness In The Stream.

Why Do They Call Me Misanthrope? Because They Hate Me, Not I Them.

Champagne With Its Foaming Whirls/as White As Cleopatra's Pearls.

Cervantes Smiled Spain's Chivalry Away; A Single Laugh Demolish'd The Right Arm Of His Own Country.