But Friendship Is The Breathing Rose, With

Science Is The Topography Of Ignorance.

Build Thee More Stately Mansions, O My Soul, As The Swift Seasons Roll! Leave Thy Low-vaulted Past! Let Each New Temple, Nobler Than The Last, Shut Thee From Heaven With A Dome More Vast, Till Thou At Length Art Free, Leaving Thine Outgrown Shell By Life's Unresting Sea!

A Pun Does Not Commonly Justify A Blow In Return. But If A Blow Were Given For Such Cause, And Death Ensued, The Jury Would Be Judges Both Of The Facts And Of The Pun, And Might, If The Latter Were Of An Aggravated Character, Return A Verdict Of Justifiable Homicide.

There Is No Friend Like An Old Friend Who Has Shared Our Morning Days, No Greeting Like His Welcome, No Homage Like His Praise.

Love Is The Master-key That Opens The Gates Of Happiness, Of Hatred, Of Jealousy, And, Most Easily Of All, The Gate Of Fear.