It Is Only Rogues Who Feel The

Wealth Is The Least Trustworthy Of Anchors.

My God! I Thank Thee For The Bath Of Sleep, That Wraps In Balm My Weary Heart And Brain, And Drowns Within Its Waters Still And Deep My Sorrow And My Pain. I Thank Thee For My Dreams, Which Loose The Bond That Binds My Spirit To Its Daily Load, And Give It Angel Wings, To Fly Beyond Its Slumber-bound Abode.

And When, In The Evening Of Life, The Golden Clouds Rest Sweetly And Invitingly Upon The Golden Mountains, And The Light Of Heaven Streams Down Through The Gathering Mists Of Death, I Wish You A Peaceful And Abundant Entrance Into That World Of Blessedness, Where The Great Riddle Of Life Will Be Unfolded To You In The Quick Consciousness Of A Soul Redeemed And Purified.

The Most Precious Possession That Ever Comes To A Man In This World Is A Woman's Heart.

Why Will You Be Always Sallying Out To Break Lances With Other People's Wind-mills, When Your Own Is Not Capable Of Grinding Corn For The Horse You Ride?