Eighty Percent Of Our Criminals Come From

Eighty Percent Of Our Criminals Come From Unsympathetic Homes.

Each Time I Think That The Song Is Ended ... Something Higher And Better Begins For Me.

Every Town, Like Every Man, Has Its Own Countenance; They Have A Common Likeness And Yet Are Different; One Keeps In His Mind All Their Peculiar Touches.

I Covet Honour In The Same Way As A Miser Covets Gold.

There Was Once A Merchant Who Was So Rich That He Might Have Paved The Whole Street, And A Little Alley Besides, With Silver Money. But He Didn't Do It--he Knew Better How To Use His Money Than That.