As The Twig Is Bent The Tree

In The City A Funeral Is Just An Interruption Of Traffic; In The Country It Is A Form Of Popular Entertainment.

One Smell Of Brimstone Makes The Whole World Kin.

Only The More Rugged Mortals Should Attempt To Keep Up On Current Literature.

Nothing Is Improbable Until It Moves Into The Past Tense.

A Friend Who Is Near And Dear May In Time Become As Useless As A Relative.