Terror made me cruel . . .

Terror made me cruel.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

Honest people don't hide their deeds.

Any relic of the dead is precious, if they were valued living.

A person who has not done one half his day's work by ten o clock, runs a chance of leaving the other half undone.