It's The People Who Try

There Is No Influence Like The Influence Of Habit.

She Belongs To A Race Of Delightful Women, Who Never Do Any Harm, Whom Everybody Calls Good, And Who Are Very Severe On Those Who Do Not Pretend To Be Good.

Love Knows Not Distance; It Hath No Continent; Its Eyes Are For The Stars, Its Feet For The Swords; It Continueth, Though An Army Lay Waste The Pasture; It Comforteth When There Are No Medicines; It Hath The Relish Of Manna; And By It Do Men Live In The Desert.

There's No Credit In Not Doing What You Don't Want To Do. There's No Virtue In Not Falling, When You're Not Tempted.

War Is Cruelty, And None Can Make It Gentle.