A Friend Is The Hope Of The

Every Time You Wink The Stars Move.

Let Every Man Shovel Out His Own Snow And The Whole City Will Be Passable.

Nature And Literature Are Subjective Phenomena; Every Evil And Every Good Thing Is A Shadow Which We Cast

The Greatest Meliorator Of The World Is Selfish, Huckstering Trade.

The Wise Man, The True Friend, The Finished Character, We Seek Everywhere, And Only Find In Fragments.