If You Don't Know How Great This

Keep All Ur Troubles In Ur Own Pocket. But, Make Sure That The Pocket Has A Hole!

And Were An Epitaph To Be My Story I'd Have A Short One Ready For My Own. I Would Have Written Of Me On My Stone: I Had A Lover's Quarrel With The World.

... A Nation Has To Take Its Natural Course Of Progress Round And Round In Circles From King To Mob To King To Mob To King Until The Eddy Of It Eddies Out.

Heaven Gives Its Glimpses Only To Those Not In Position To Look Too Close.

New Is A Word For Fools In Towns Who Think Style Upon Style In Dress And Thought At Last Must Get Somewhere.