Youth Is The Time When Hearts Are

Where Do Murderers Go, Man! Who's To Doom, When The Judge Himself Is Dragged To The Bar?

Honor Lies In The Mane Of A Horse.

It Is With Fiction As With Religion: It Should Present Another World, And Yet One To Which We Feel The Tie.

The Starred And Stately Nights Seemed Haughty Dames In Jewelled Velvets, Nursing At Home In Lonely Pride, The Memory Of Their Absent Conquering Earls, The Golden Helmeted Suns!

There Are Some Enterprises In Which A Careful Disorderliness Is The True Method.