Chance Often Gives Us That Which We

Hence Life, As Through A Cloud, For Me I See Vanish, And To The Past's Dark Shade 'tis Chas'd; As A Grand Image Love Remains To Me-- Sole Remnant Of A Dream, By Morn Effac'd.

It Is Admirable To Die The Victim Of One's Faith; It Is Sad To Die The Dupe Of One's Ambition.

Enthusiasm Springs From The Imagination, And Self-sacrifice From The Heart. Women Are, Therefore, More Naturally Heroic Than Men. All Nations Have In Their Annals Some Of These Miracles Of Patriotism, Of Which Woman Is The Instrument In The Hands Of God.

Religions Are Not Proved, Are Not Demonstrated, Are Not Established, Are Not Overthrown By Logic! They Are Of All The Mysteries Of Nature And The Human Mind, The Most Mysterious And Most Inexplicable; They Are Of Instinct And Not Of Reason.

Let Us Love The Passing Hour, Let Us Hurry Up And Enjoy Our Time.