A Straw Vote Only Shows Which Way

A Story With A Moral Appended Is Like The Bill Of A Mosquito. It Bores You, And Then Injects A Stinging Drop To Irritate Your Conscience.

The Lonesomest Thing In All The World Is A Soul When It Is Making Ready To Go On Its Mysterious, Far Journey.

It'll Be A Great Place If They Ever Finish It.

Each Of Us, When Our Day's Work Is Done, Must Seek Our Ideal, Whether It Be Love Or Pinochle Or Lobster à La Newburg, Or The Sweet Silence Of The Musty Bookshelves.

There Is This Difference Between The Grief Of Youth And That Of Old Age; Youth's Burden Is Lightened By As Much Of It As Another Shares; Old Age May Give And Give, But The Sorrow Remains The Same.