Tiny Salmoneus Of The Air His Mimic

What Men Prize Most Is A Privilege, Even If It Be That Of Chief Mourner At A Funeral.

Not A Change For The Better In Our Human Housekeeping Has Ever Taken Place That Wise And Good Men Have Not Opposed It-have Not Prophesied That The World Would Wake Up To Find Its Throat Cut In Consequence.

Joy Comes, Grief Goes, We Know Not How.

Not What We Give, But What We Share, For The Gift Without The Giver Is Bare.

A Weed Is No More Than A Flower In Disguise.