My Books Kept Me From The Ring,

A Certain Portion Of The Human Race Has Certainly A Taste For Being Diddled.

The Best Of Friends Fall Out, And So His Teeth Had Done Some Years Ago.

The Autumn Is Old; The Sere Leaves Are Flying; He Hath Gather'd Up Gold, And Now He Is Dying;- Old Age, Begin Sighing!

What Is Mind? No Matter. What Is Matter? Never Mind. What Is The Soul? It Is Immaterial.

But Evil Is Wrought By Want Of Thought, As Well As Want Of Heart!