Fools, When Their Roof-tree Falls, Think It

If We See Light At The End Of The Tunnel, It's The Light Of The Oncoming Train.

A Friendship Counting Nearly Forty Years Is The Finest Kind Of Shade-tree I Know.

No Sincere Desire Of Doing Good Need Make An Enemy Of A Single Human Being; That Philanthropy Has Surely A Flaw In It Which Cannot Sympathize With The Oppressor Equally As With The Oppressed.

The Stiff Rails Were Softened To Swan's-down, And Still Fluttered Down The Snow.

History Is Clarified Experience.