He That Speaks Ill Of The Mare

Many A Man Thinks He Is Buying Pleasure, When He Is Really Selling Himself To It.

I Wake Up Every Morning At Nine And Grab For The Morning Paper. Then I Look At The Obituary Page. If My Name Is Not On It, I Get Up.

What Vast Additions To The Conveniences And Comforts Of Living Might Mankind Have Acquired, If The Money Spent In Wars Had Been Employed In Works Of Public Utility; What An Extension Of Agriculture Even To The Tops Of Our Mountains; What Rivers Rendered Navigable, Or Joined By Canals; What Bridges, Aqueducts, New Roads, And Other Public Works, Edifices, And Improvements Might Not Have Been Obtained By Spending Those Millions In Doing Good, Which In The Last War Have Been Spent In Doing Mischief.

Hot Things, Sharp Things, Sweet Things, Cold Things All Rot The Teeth, And Make Them Look Like Old Things.

A True Friend Is The Greatest Possesion.