I Am The Servant Of My Score.

Kindness In Ourselves Is The Honey That Blunts The Sting Of Unkindness In Another.

Does The Road Wind Up-hill All The Way? Yes, To The Very End. Will The Day's Journey Take The Whole Long Day? From Morn To Night, My Friend.

Fate Only Picks On The Cowards And Quitters, So Give 'em Both Barrels - And Aim For The Eyes.

I Await The Hour When A Journalist Can Be Driven From The Press Room For Venal Practices, As A Minister Can Be Unfrocked, Or A Lawyer Disbarred.

One Might As Well Attempt To Describe The Smoothness Of The Wind As To Paint A Clear Picture Of His Complete Swing.