The Rich Ate And Drank Freely, Accepting

There Are Natures In Which, If They Love Us, We Are Conscious Of Having A Sort Of Baptism And Consecration.

The Purifying Influence Of Public Confession Springs From The Fact, That By It The Hope In Lies Is Forever Swept Away, And The Soul Recovers The Noble Attitude Of Simplicity.

As They Who Make Good Luck A God Count All Unlucky Men.

Our Dead Are Never Dead To Us, Until We Have Forgotten Them.

To My Thinking, It Is More Pitiable To Bore Than To Be Bored.