It Is Not Observed In History That

The Test Of Civilization Is The Estimate Of Woman.

Happiness Lies, First Of All, In Health.

Romance Like A Ghost Escapes Touching; It Is Always Where You Are Not, Not Where You Are. The Interview Or Conversation Was Prose At The Time, But It Is Poetry In The Memory.

Our Common Liberty Is Consecrated By A Common Sorrow.

Life Is A Rich Strain Of Music, Suggesting A Realm Too Fair To Be.