(Man's) history is a tale that is told, and his very monument becomes a ruin

History fades into fable; fact becomes clouded with doubt and controversy; the inscription moulders from the tablet: the statue falls from the pedestal. Columns, arches, pyramids, what are they but heaps of sand; and their epitaphs, but characters written in the dust?

A woman's life is a history of the affections

Under every roof, a story, just as behind every brow, a history

There are few joys to compare with the telling of a well-told tale.

If it weren't for Prof. Mair, I would never have made it. I was really surprised when Prof. Mair told me, I didn't know how I would sound to the judges.