It Lightens The Stroke To

There Is Certain Relief In Change, Even Though It Be From Bad To Worse! As I Have Often Found In Traveling In A Stagecoach, That It Is Often A Comfort To Shift One's Position, And Be Bruised In A New Place.

Poetry Had Breathed Over And Sanctified The Land.

He That Drinks Beer, Thinks Beer.

Villainy Wears Many Masks; None So Dangerous As The Mask Of Virtue.

There Is A Sacredness In Tears. They Are Not The Mark Of Weakness, But Of Power. They Speak More Eloquently Than Ten Thousand Tongues. They Are The Messengers Of Overwhelming Grief, Of Deep Contrition, And Of Unspeakable Love.