Brother, Thy Tail Hangs Down Behind.

Humble Because Of Knowledge; Mighty By Sacrifice.

And The End Of The Fight Is Tombstone White With The Name Of The Late Deceased, And The Epitaph Drear, "a Fool Lies Here Who Tried To Hustle The East."

Never Praise A Sister To A Sister, In The Hope Of Your Compliments Reaching The Proper Ears.

More Men Are Killed By Overwork Than The Importance Of The World Justifies.

As I Pass Through My Incarnations In Every Age And Race, I Make My Proper Prostrations To The Gods Of The Market-place. Peering Through Reverent Fingers I Watch Them Flourish And Fall, And The Gods Of The Copybook Headings, I Notice, Outlast Them All.