Mournful And Never-ending Remembrance.

Children Are Never Too Tender To Be Whipped. Like Tough Beefsteaks, The More You Beat Them, The More Tender They Become.

The World Is A Great Ocean, Upon Which We Encounter More Tempestuous Storms Than Calms.

The Fever Called "living" Is Conquer'd At Last.

I Have No Words Alas! To Tell The Loveliness Of Loving Well

The Ninety And Nine Are With Dreams, Content But The Hope Of The World Made New, Is The Hundredth Man Who Is Grimly Bent On Making Those Dreams Come True.