Man Cannot Choose His Duties.

Ah, I Often Think It's Wi' Th' Old Folks As It Is Wi' The Babies; They're Satisfied Wi' Looking, No Matter What They're Looking At. It's God A'mighty's Way O' Quietening 'em, I Reckon, Afore They Go To Sleep.

One Has To Spend Many Years In Learning How To Be Happy.

The Troublesome Ones In A Family Are Usually Either The Wits Or The Idiots.

Nature Repairs Her Ravages,--repairs Them With Her Sunshine And With Human Labor.

Joy Is The Best Of Wine.