Remember The Poor, It Costs Nothing.

Peace Is The Soft And Holy Shadow That Virtue Casts.

As A General Thing, An Individual Who Is Neat In His Person Is Neat In His Morals.

Experience Is A Grindstone; And It Is Lucky For Us, If We Can Get Brightened By It, And Not Ground.

It Is Not All Bad, This Getting Old, Ripening. After The Fruit Has Got Its Growth It Should Juice Up And Mellow. God Forbid I Should Live Long Enough To Ferment And Rot And Fall To The Ground In A Squash.

Occasions Are Rare; And Those, Who Know How To Seize Upon Them, Are Rarer.