Hope has as many lives as a cat or a king.

We have not wings we cannot soar; but, we have feet to scale and climb, by slow degrees, by more and more, the cloudy summits of our time.

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

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.

Life is the gift of God, and is divine.

The Mormons make the marriage ring, like the ring of Saturn, fluid, not solid, and keep it in its place by numerous satellites.

Wondrous strong are the spells of fiction.