From The Moment Fear Begins I Have

Ah, To That Far Distant Strand Bridge There Was Not To Convey, Not A Bark Was Near At Hand, Yet True Love Soon Found The Way.

We Are Too Prone To Find Fault; Let Us Look For Some Of The Perfections.

This Is The Curse Of An Evil Deed, That It Incites And Must Bring Forth More Evil.

Gray Hairs Are Death's Blossoms.

Speech Is Always Bolder Than Action.