Blessed Is The Man, Who Having Nothing

These Gems Have Life In Them: Their Colors Speak, Say What Words Fail Of.

Any Coward Can Fight A Battle When He's Sure Of Winning.

Life Is Measured By The Rapidity Of Change, The Succession Of Influences That Modify The Being.

We Could Never Have Loved The Earth So Well If We Had Had No Childhood In It.

The Men Are Mostly So Slow, Their Thoughts Overrun 'em, An' They Can Only Catch 'em By The Tail. I Can Count A Stocking-top While A Man's Getting's Tongue Ready; An' When He Outs Wi' His Speech At Last, There's Little Broth To Be Made On't. It's Your Dead Chicks Take The Longest Hatchin'.