Pride Helps Us; And Pride Is Not

I Cherish My Childish Loves--the Memory Of That Warm Little Nest Where My Affections Were Fledged.

When A Workman Knows The Use Of His Tools, He Can Make A Door As Well As A Window.

I Don't Remember Ever Being See-saw, When I'd Made My Mind Up That A Thing Was Wrong. It Takes The Taste Out O' My Mouth For Things, When I Know I Should Have A Heavy Conscience After 'em. I've Seen Pretty Clear, Ever Since I Could Cast Up A Sum, As You Can Never Do What's Wrong Without Breeding Sin And Trouble More Than You Can Ever See. It's Like A Bit O' Bad Workmanship--you Never See Th' End O' The Mischief It'll Do. And It's A Poor Look-out To Come Into The World To Make Your Fellow Creatures Worse Off Instead O' Better.

A Maggot Must Be Born I' The Rotten Cheese To Like It.

Adventure Is Not Outside Man; It Is Within.