And when she was good she was very very good. But when she was bad she was horrid.

Then read from the treasured volume the poem of thy choice, and lend to the rhyme of the poet the beauty of thy voice.

Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find.

The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service.

Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.

Our faith triumphant o'er our fears.

The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes.