There Is But On Virtue--the

It Is Love, Not Faith, That Moves Mountains.

My Strength Has Not Equaled My Mad Ambition. I Have Remained Obscure; I Have Done Worse -- I Have Touched Success, And Allowed It To Escape Me.

We Do Not Die Of Anguish, We Live On. We Continue To Suffer. We Drink The Cup Drop By Drop.

No Human Being Can Control Love, And No One Is To Blame Either For Feeling It Or For Losing It. What Alone Degrades A Woman Is Falsehood.

Sorrow Makes Us Very Good Or Very Bad.