Experience Is The Mother Of Custom.

It Is A Very Good World For The Purposes For Which It Was Built; And That Is All Anything Is Good For.

If Any Man Is Rich And Powerful He Comes Under The Law Of God By Which The Higher Branches Must Take The Burnings Of The Sun, And Shade Those That Are Lower; By Which The Tall Trees Must Protect The Weak Plants Beneath Them.

We Go To The Grave Of A Friend Saying, "a Man Is Dead," But Angels Throng About Him Saying, "a Man Is Born."

There Is A Patience That Cackles. There Are A Great Many Virtues That Are Hen-like. They Are Virtue, To Be Sure; But Everybody In The Neighborhood Has To Know About Them.

The Commerce Of The World Is Conducted By The Strong, And Usually It Operates Against The Weak.