O, Though Oft Oppressed And Lonely, All

Whatever Poet, Orator, Or Sage May Say Of It, Old Age Is Still Old Age.

The Men That Women Marry, And Why They Marry Them, Will Always Be A Marvel And A Mystery To The World.

As Unto The Bow The The Cord Is , So Unto The Man Is Woman; Though She Bends Him, She Obeys Him, Though She Draws Him , Yet She Follows: Useless Each Without The Other.

No Tears Dim The Sweet Look That Nature Wears.

Prayer Is Innocence's Friend; And Willingly Flieth Incessant 'twist The Earth And The Sky, The Carrier-pigeon Of Heaven.