The Popular Breeze - Aura Popularis

Slowly And Imperceptibly Old Age Comes Creeping On.

What Fervent Love Of Herself Would Virtue Excite If She Could Be Seen!

It Is Foolish To Pluck Out One's Hair For Sorrow, As If Grief Could Be Assuaged By Baldness.

If I Err In Belief That The Souls Of Men Are Immortal, I Gladly Err, Nor Do I Wish This Error Which Gives Me Pleasure To Be Wrested From Me While I Live.

Dogs Wait For Us Faithfully.