We Are Never Ripe Till We Have

A Traitor Is Good Fruit To Hang From The Boughs Of The Tree Of Liberty.

Fear Secretes Acids; But Love And Trust Are Sweet Juices.

Wherever You Have Seen God Pass, Mark That Spot, And Go And Sit In That Window Again.

Even A Liar Tells A Hundred Truths To One Lie; He Has To, To Make The Lie Good For Anything.

Books Are Not Men And Yet They Stay Alive.