We Weep When We Are Born, Not

The Thing One Reads And Likes, And Then Forgets, Is Of No Account. The Thing That Stays, And Haunts One, And Refuses To Be Forgotten, That Is The Sincere Thing.

What Is A Day To An Immortal Soul! A Breath, No More.

A Man Is Known By The Company His Mind Keeps.

With The Tears A Land Hath Shed. Their Graves Should Ever Be Green.

My Father Invested His Money So Securely In The Banking Business That He Was Never Able To Get Any Of It Out Again.