Fortune Befriends The Bold.

Of Consciousness, Her Awful Mate. The Soul Cannot Be Rid - As Easy The Secreting Her Behind The Eyes Of God.

The Hearts That Never Lean Must Fall.

A Death-blow Is A Life-blow To Some Who, Till They Died, Did Not Alive Become; Who, Had They Lived, Had Died, But When They Died, Vitality Begun.

Faith Slips - And Laughs, And Rallies

But A Book Is Only The Heart's Portrait- Every Page A Pulse.