A Woman's Best Qualities Are Harmful If

At The Shrine Of Friendship Never Say Die, Let The Wine Of Friendship Never Run Dry

Love Is Like A Tree: It Grows By Itself, Roots Itself Deeply In Our Being And Continues To Flourish Over A Heart In Ruin. The Inexplicable Fact Is That The Blinder It Is, The More Tenacious It Is. It Is Never Stronger Than When It Is Completely Unreasonable.

"animals Are Happy," Said The Queen. "they Run No Risk Of Going To Hell." "they Are There Already," Replied Josiana.

One Resists The Invasion Of Armies; One Does Not Resist The Invasion Of Ideas.

Oh! Everything I Loved!