There Is Such Wonderful Balm In Self-imposed

The Weariest Night, The Longest Day, Sooner Or Later Must Perforce Come To An End.

Money And Titles May Be Hereditary," She Would Say, "but Brains Are Not,".

I Have So Often Been Asked The Question: "but How Did You Come To Think Of The Scarlet Pimpernel?" And My Answer Has Always Been: "it Was God's Will That I Should." And To You Moderns, Who Perhaps Do Not Believe As I Do, I Will Say, "in The Chain Of My Life, There Were So Many Links, All Of Which Tended Towards Bringing Me To The Fulfillment Of My Destiny."

Look At This Limp Cravet. And The Sad State Of Those Cuffs. I Can Hardly Bring Myself To Look Upon Them.

There Is Such Wonderful Balm In Self-imposed Sacrifice.