Time Rolls His Ceaseless Course.

Woman's Faith And Woman's Trust, Write The Characters In Dust.

He Hath A Share Of Man's Intelligence, But No Share Of Man's Falsehood.

From My Experience, Not One In Twenty Marries The First Love; We Build Statues Of Snow And Weep To See Them Melt.

Land Of My Sires! What Mortal Hand Can E'er Untie The Filial Band That Knits Me To Thy Rugged Strand!

He That Would Soothe Sorrow Must Not Argue On The Vanity Of The Most Deceitful Hopes.