Now, If We Only Had As Many

Every Town, Like Every Man, Has Its Own Countenance; They Have A Common Likeness And Yet Are Different; One Keeps In His Mind All Their Peculiar Touches.

To Travel Is To Live.

There Was Once A Merchant Who Was So Rich That He Might Have Paved The Whole Street, And A Little Alley Besides, With Silver Money. But He Didn't Do It--he Knew Better How To Use His Money Than That.

The Sun Shines Upon Good And Bad Alike.

Eighty Percent Of Our Criminals Come From Unsympathetic Homes.