I deny nothing, but doubt everything.

Fills The air around with beauty.

Near this spot are deposited the remains of one who possessed beauty without vanity, strength without insolence, courage without ferocity, and all the virtues of man, without his vices. This praise, which would be unmeaning flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the memory of Botswain, a dog.

But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.

Adversity is the first path to truth.

Go let thy less than woman's hand Assume the distaff not the brand.

History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page.