Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

All Poetry Is Difficult To Read - The Sense Of It Anyhow.

The Common Problem, Yours, Mine, Everyone's Is ? Not To Fancy What Were Fair In Life Provided It Could Be ? But, Finding First What May Be, Then Find How To Make It Fair Up To Our Means.

Hatred And Cark And Care, What Place Have They / In Yon Blue Liberality Of Heaven?.

A Minute Of Success Pays For Years Of Failure.

Grow Old Along With Me! The Best Is Yet To Be, The Last Of Life, For Which The First Was Made. Our Times Are In His Hand Who Saith, 'a Whole I Planned, Youth Shows But Half; Trust God: See All, Nor Be Afraid!