Time Makes Ancient Good Uncouth.

Fate Loves Best Such Syllables As Are Sweet And Sonorous On The Tongue.

They Are Slaves Who Fear To Speak, For The Fallen And The Weak.

The Pine Is The Mother Of Legends.

I Have Always Been Of The Mind That In A Democracy Manners Are The Only Effective Weapons Against The Bowie-knife.

O Reputation! Dearer Far Than Life.