Come, My Friend, Forget Your Foes, And

Half Of The Secular Unrest And Dismal, Profane Sadness Of Modern Society Comes From The Vain Ideas That Every Man Is Bound To Be A Critic For Life.

In Love And Friendship, Small, Steady Payments On A Gold Basis Are Better Than Immense Promissory Notes.

Memory Is A Capricious And Arbitrary Creature. You Never Can Tell What Pebble She Will Pick Up From The Shore Of Life To Keep Among Her Treasures, Or What Inconspicuous Flower Of The Field She Will Preserve As The Symbol Of "thoughts That Do Often Lie Too Deep For Tears." . . . And Yet I Do Not Doubt That The Most Important Things Are Always The Best Remembered.

Modest Egotism Is The Salt Of Conversation; You Do Not Want Too Much Of It, But If It Is Altogether Omitted, Everything Tastes Flat.

A Peaceful Man Must Fight For That Which Peace Demands,— Freedom And Faith, Honor And Right, Defend With Heart And Hands.