May The Same Almighty Goodness

In Such A Diversity It Was Impossible I Should Be Disposed To Melancholy.

It Isn't How You Die. It's What You Live For.

I've Never Been Lost, But I've Been A Mite Bewildered For A Few Days.

I Had Gained The Summit Of A Commanding Ridge, And, Looking Round With Astonishing Delight, Beheld The Ample Plains, The Beauteous Tracts Below.

Many Heroic Exploits And Chivalrous Adventures Are Related To Me Which Exist Only In The Regions Of Fancy. With Me The World Has Taken Great Liberties, And Yet I Have Been But A Common Man.