Woman's Reason Is In The Milk Of

We Never Know What's In Us Till We Stand By Ourselves.

It Is The Devil's Masterstroke To Get Us To Accuse Him

We Know The Degree Of Refinement In People By The Matter They Laugh At And The Ring Of The Laugh.

The Sun Is Coming Down To Earth, And The Fields And The Waters Shout To Him Golden Shouts.

Much Benevolence Of The Passive Order May Be Traced To A Disinclination To Inflict Pain Upon Oneself.