Eternity Forbids Thee To Forget.

Know Ye Not Who Would Be Free Themselves Must Strike The Blow? By Their Right Arms The Conquest Must Be Wrought?

There Is No Traitor Like Him Whose Domestic Treason Plants The Poniard Within The Breast That Trusted To His Truth

I Awoke One Day To Find Myself Famous.

There Is No Instinct Like That Of The Heart.

The Place Is Very Well And Quiet And The Children Only Scream In A Low Voice.