Hope Is A Working-man's Dream.

Let That Which Is Wanting In Income Be Supplied By Economy.

Grief Has Limits, Whereas Apprehension Has None. For We Grieve Only For What We Know Has Happened, But We Fear All That Possibly May Happen.

Our Civilization Depends Largely On Paper.

Made Up Of The Glories Of The Most Precious Gems, To Describe Them Is A Matter Of Inexpressible Difficulty. For There Is Amongst Them The Gentler Fire Of The Ruby, There Is The Rich Purple Of The Amethyst, There Is The Sea-green Of The Emerald, And All Shining Together In An Indescribable Union. Others, By An Excessive Heightening Of Their Hues Equal All The Colours Of The Painter, Others The Flame Of Burning Brimstone, Or Of A Fire Quickened By Oil.

Hope Is The Pillar That Holds Up The World. Hope Is The Dream Of A Waking Man.