Souls Live On In Perpetual Echoes.

Shall We, Because We Walk On Our Hind Feet, Assume To Ourselves Only The Privilege Of Imperishability?

We Are Not Apt To Fear For The Fearless, When We Are Companions In Their Danger.

Steady Work Turns Genius To A Loom.

I'm Not Denyin' The Women Are Foolish. God Almighty Made 'em To Match The Men.

It's A Strange Thing To Think Of A Man As Can Lift A Chair With His Teeth, And Walk Fifty Mile On End, Trembling And Turning Hot And Cold At Only A Look From One Woman Out Of All The Rest I' The World. It's A Mystery We Can Give No Account Of.