The Pine Is The Mother Of Legends.

Christ Was The First True Democrat That Ever Breathed, As The Old Dramatist Dekkar Said He Was The First True Gentleman.

The Fireflies O'er The Meadow In Pulses Come And Go.

Fashion Being The Art Of Those Who Must Purchase Notice At Some Cheaper Rate Than That Of Being Beautiful, Loves To Do Rash And Extravagant Things. She Must Be Forever New, Or She Becomes Insipid.

And What Is So Rare As A Day In June? Then, If Ever, Come Perfect Days.

There Are Two Kinds Of Weakness, That Which Breaks And That Which Bends.