The Only Thing A Man Knows Is

Winter Does Not Work Only On A Broad Scale; He Is Careful In Trifles.

Christmas Is The Day That Holds All Time Together.

Every Man's Road In Life Is Marked By The Grave Of His Personal Likings.

In Winter, When The Dismal Rain Comes Down In Slanting Lines, And Wind, That Grand Old Harper, Smote His Thunder-harp Of Pines.

The Discovery Of A Grey Hair When You Are Brushing Out Your Whiskers Of A Morning - First Fallen Flake Of The Coming Snows Of Age - Is A Disagreeable Thing.