The Cruelest Foe Is A Masked Benefactor.

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

A Child Is A Curly, Dimpled Lunatic.

We Are Such Lovers Of Self-reliance, That We Excuse In A Man Many Sins, If He Will Show Us A Complete Satisfaction In His Position, Which Asks No Leave To Be, Of Mine, Or Any Man's Good Opinion.

Eloquence Must Be Grounded On The Plainest Narrative. Afterwards, It May Warm Itself Until It Exhales Symbols Of Every Kind And Color, Speaks Only Through The Most Poetic Forms; But First And Last, It Must Still Be At Bottom A Biblical Statement Of Fact.

Even In The Mud And Scum Of Things, Something Always, Always Sings.