Blessed Is The Man, Who Having Nothing

Her Little Butterfly Soul Fluttered Incessantly Between Memory And Dubious Expectation.

It Always Seemed To Me A Sort Of Clever Stupidity Only To Have One Sort Of Talent - Like A Carrier Pigeon.

It Is Pleasant To Have A Kind Word Now And Then When One Is Not Near Enough To Have A Kind Glance Or A Hearty Shake By The Hand.

Miserliness Is A Capital Quality To Run In Families; It's The Safe Side For Madness To Dip On.

The Soul Of Man, When It Gets Fairly Rotten, Will Bear You All Sorts Of Poisonous Toad-stools, And No Eye Can See Whence Came The Seed Thereof.