It's Over, And Can't Be Helped, And

Remembrance, Like A Candle, Burns Brightest At Christmastime.

There Are Dark Shadows On The Earth, But Its Lights Are Stronger In The Contrast.

If You Can't Get To Be Oncommon Through Going Straight, You'll Never Get To Do It Through Going Crooked. So Don't Tell No More On 'em, Pip, And Live Well And Die Happy.

Regrets Are The Natural Property Of Grey Hairs.

Poetry's Unnat'ral; No Man Ever Talked Poetry 'cept A Beadle On Boxin' Day, Or Warren's Blackin' Or Rowland's Oil, Or Some O' Them Low Fellows; Never You Let Yourself Down To Talk Poetry, My Boy.