I'll Turn Over A New Leaf.

He Who's Never Loved Cannot Be Good.

It Is Impossible For Good Or Evil To Last Forever; And Hence It Follows That The Evil Having Lasted So Long, The Good Must Be Now Nigh At Hand.

The Fear Thou Art In, Sancho," Said Don Quixote, "prevents Thee From Seeing Or Hearing Correctly, For One Of The Effects Of Fear Is To Derange The Senses And Make Things Appear Different From What They Are; If Thou Art In Such Fear, Withdraw To One Side And Leave Me To Myself, For Alone I Suffice To Bring Victory To That Side To Which I Shall Give My Aid;" And So Saying He Gave Rocinante The Spur, And Putting The Lance In Rest, Shot Down The Slope Like A Thunderbolt.

Mere Flimflam Stories, And Nothing But Shams And Lies.

All Sorrows Are Bearable, If There Is Bread.