A Weed Is A Plant Whose Virtue

The World Is Plentiful With Honey, But Only The Humble Bee Can Collect It.

It Is Not The Irregular Hours Or Irregular Diet That Makes The Romantic Life.

With Thought, With The Ideal, Is Immortal Hilarity, The Rose Of Joy. Round It All The Muses Sing.

It Is Always A Practical Difficulty With Clubs To Regulate The Laws Of Election So As To Exclude Peremptorily Every Social Nuisance. Nobody Wishes Bad Manners. We Must Have Loyalty And Character.

What You Set Your Heart Upon, Surely Shall Be Yours.