Our Spirits Grow Gray Before Our Hairs.

The Drinking Man Is Never Less Himself Than During His Sober Intervals.

A Man Cannot Have A Pure Mind Who Refuses Apple Dumplings.

A Garden Was The Primitive Prison, Till Man With Promethean Felicity And Boldness, Luckily Sinned Himself Out Of It.

It Is Good To Love The Unknown.

Friend Of My Bosom, Thou More Than A Brother, Why Wert Thou Not Born In My Father's Dwelling?