Remorse Is The Poison Of Life.

I Believe She Thought I Had Forgotten My Station; And Yours, Sir.' 'station! Station!-- Your Station Is In My Heart, And On The Necks Of Those Who Would Insult You, Now Or Hereafter.

Men Judge Us By The Success Of Our Efforts. God Looks At The Efforts Themselves.

Neither Birth Nor Sex Forms A Limit To Genius.

I Am Not An Angel," I Asserted; "and I Will Not Be One Till I Die: I Will Be Myself.

Alas! Never Had I Loved Him So Well!