Soul Of Fibre And Heart Of Oak.

The Poet May Say Or Sing, Not As Things Were, But As They Ought To Have Been; But The Historian Must Pen Them, Not As They Ought To Have Been, But As They Really Were.

The Pen Is The Tongue Of The Soul; As Are The Thoughts Engendered There, So Will Be The Things Written.

Until Death It Is All Life.

A Proverb Is A Short Sentence Based On Long Experience.

Woman's Advice Has Little Value, But He Who Won't Take It Is A Fool.