Defeat May Be Victory In Disguise.

Ah, How Good It Feels! The Hand Of An Old Friend.

None But Yourself Who Are Your Greatest Foe.

Art Is The Child Of Nature.

How In The Turmoil Of Life Can Love Stand, Where There Is Not One Heart, And One Mouth And One Hand.

Love Makes Its Record In Deeper Colors As We Grow Out Of Childhood Into Manhood; As The Emperors Signed Their Names In Green Ink When Under Age, But When Of Age, In Purple.