Honor Is An Old-world Thing; But It

When Passion And Habit Long Lie In Company It Is Only Slowly And With Incredulity That Habit Awakens To Finds Its Companion Fled, Itself Alone.

Great Men Always Have Dogs.

There Is A Chord In Every Heart That Has A Sigh In It If Touched Aright.

Honor Is An Old-world Thing; But It Smells Sweet To Those In Whose Hand It Is Strong.

It Needs A Great Nature To Bear The Weight Of A Great Gratitude.