After A Man Passes 60 , His

If I Can, By A Lucky Chance, In These Uneasy Days, Rub Out One Wrinkle From The Brow Of Care, Or Beguile The Heavy Heart Of One Moment Of Sadness; If I Can, How And Then, Prompt A Happier View Of Human Nature, And Make My Reader More In Good Humor With His Fellow-beings And Himself, Surely, I Shall Not Have Written In Vain.

It Is Not Poverty So Much As Pretense That Harasses A Ruined Man.

The Almighty Dollar, That Great Object Of Universal Devotion.

There Is Something Nobly Simple And Pure In A Taste For The Cultivation Of Forest Trees.

Love Is Never Lost. If Not Reciprocated, It Will Flow Back And Soften And Purify The Heart.