Who's Not Sat Tense Before His Own

If Youth Be A Defect, It Is One That We Outgrow Only Too Soon.

No Mud Can Soil Us But The Mud We Throw.

Violet! Sweet Violet! Thine Eyes Are Full Of Tears; Are They Wet Even Yet With The Thought Of Other Years?

To Put More Faith In Lies And Hate Than Truth And Love, Is The True Atheism.

Granting Our Wish Is One Of Fate's Saddest Jokes.