Health Is The Greatest Of

Land And Sea, Weakness And Decline Are Great Separators, But Death Is The Great Divorcer For Ever.

The Days Of Peace And Slumberous Calm Are Fled.

The Only Means Of Strengthening One's Intellect Is To Make Up One's Mind About Nothing, To Let The Mind Be A Thoroughfare For All Thoughts.

She Hurried At His Words, Beset With Fears, For There Were Sleeping Dragons All Around.

It Is A Flaw In Happiness To See Beyond Our Bourn, - It Forces Us In Summer Skies To Mourn, It Spoils The Singing Of The Nightingale.