Truly There Is A Tide In The

Slow Are The Steps Of Freedom, But Her Feet Turn Never Backward.

To Educate The Intelligence Is To Expand The Horizon Of Its Wants And Desires.

This Goin' Ware Glory Waits Ye Haint One Agreeable Feetur.

Now The Heart Is So Full That A Drop Overfills It, We Are Happy Now Because God So Wills It; No Matter How Barren The Past May Have Been, 't Is Enough For Us Now That The Leaves Are Green; We Sit In The Warm Shade And Feel Right Well How The Sap Creeps Up And The Blossoms Swell... The Breeze Comes Whispering In Our Ear, That Dandelions Are Blossoming Near... Every Thing Is Upward Striving; 't Is As Easy Now For The Heart To Be True As For Grass To Be Green Or Skies To Be Blue, - 't Is The Natural Way Of Living.

Whatever You May Be Sure Of, Be Sure Of This, That You Are Dreadfully Like Other People.