Our Birthdays Are Feathers In The Broad

Music Is Moonlight In The Gloomy Night Of Life.

Repetition Is The Mother Of Education.

Gray Hairs Seem To My Fancy Like The Soft Light Of The Moon, Silvering Over The Evening Of Life.

No Heroine Can Create A Hero Through Love Of One, But She Can Give Birth To One

The Look Of A King Is Itself A Deed.