And When Your Back Stops Aching And

Adam Was A Gardener, And God, Who Made Him, Sees That Half Of All Good Gardening Is Done Upon The Knees.

I Have No Gift Of Words, But I Speak The Truth.

San Francisco Has Only One Drawback—‘tis Hard To Leave.

For All We Take We Must Pay, But The Price Is Cruel High.

He Will Kill Mice And He Will Be Kind To Babies...but When The Moon Gets Up And The Night Comes, He Is The Cat That Walks By Himself.