Within That Awful Volume Lies The Mystery

There Is A Southern Proverb - Fine Words Butter No Parsnips.

Hard Toil Can Roughen Form And Face, And Want Call Quench The Eye's Bright Grace.

The Chain Of Friendship, However Bright, Does Not Stand The Attrition Of Constant Close Contact.

Sleep In Peace, And Wake In Joy.

Literature Is A Great Staff, But A Very Sorry Crutch.