An Ingenious Web Of Probabilities Is The

A Good Horse Makes Short Miles.

I Would Not Creep Along The Coast But Steer Out In Mid-sea, By Guidance Of The Stars.

Folks As Have No Mind To Be O' Use Have Allays The Luck To Be Out O' The Road When There's Anything To Be Done.

There's Good Chances And Bad Chances, And Nobody's Luck Is Pulled Only By One String.

Imagination Is A Licensed Trespasser: It Has No Fear Of Dogs, But May Climb Over Walls And Peep In At Windows With Impunity.