Society Is Frivolous, And Shreds Its Day

Economy Does Not Consist In Saving The Coal, But In Using The Time While It Burns.

We Lie In The Lap Of Immense Intelligence.

We Fancy Men Are Individuals; So Are Pumpkins; But Every Pumpkin In The Field Goes Through Every Point Of Pumpkin History.

An Orchard, Good Tillage, Good Grounds, Seem A Fixture, Like A Gold Mine, Or A River, To A Citizen; But To A Large Farmer, Not Much More Fixed Than The State Of The Crop.

Your Actions Speak So Loud, I Can't Hear What You Say.