The Day Seems Long, But Night Is

There Is A Certain Delicacy Which In Yielding Conquers; And With A Pitiful Look Makes One Find Cause To Crave Help One's Self.

Solitude, The Sly Enemy That Doth Separate A Man From Well-doing.

Indeed, The Roman Laws Allowed No Person To Be Carried To The Wars But He That Was In The Soldiers Roll.

Happiness Is A Sunbeam, Which May Pass Though A Thousand Bosoms Without Losing A Particle Of Its Original Ray.

In Victory, The Hero Seeks The Glory, Not The Prey.