Heaven Suits The Back To The Burden.

I Could Settle Down Into A State Of Equable Low Spirits, And Resign Myself To Coffee.

And, Unlike The Celebrated Herd In The Poem, They Were Not Forty Children Conducting Themselves As One, But Every Child Was Conducting Itself Like Forty.

There Is A Wisdom Of The Head, And A Wisdom Of The Heart.

Marley Was Dead: To Begin With.

You Don't Carry In Your Countenance A Letter Of Recommendation.