Ease Up, The Play Is Over.

The Darkest Hour In Any Man's Life Is When He Sits Down To Plan How To Get Money Without Earning It.

Printer's Ink Is The Great Apostle Of Progress, Whose Pulpit Is The Press.

Fame Is A Vapor, Popularity An Accident, And Riches Take Wings. Only One Thing Endures And That Is Character.

The Illusion That Times That Were Are Better Than Those That Are, Has Probably Pervaded All Ages.

I Am Too Sick To Be Out Of Bed, Too Crazy To Sleep, And Am Surrounded By Horrors.