I've Always Felt That Your Belongings Have

Life Was Never Anything But A Perpetual See-saw Between Gravity And Jest.

Better Spend An Extra Hundred Or Two On Your Son's Education, Than Leave It Him In Your Will.

I Like Breakfast-time Better Than Any Other Moment In The Day. No Dust Has Settled On One's Mind Then, And It Presents A Clear Mirror To The Rays Of Things.

Correct English Is The Slang Of Prigs.

What Quarrel, What Harshness, What Unbelief In Each Other Can Subsist In The Presence Of A Great Calamity, When All The Artificial Vesture Of Our Life Is Gone, And We Are All One With Each Other In Primitive Mortal Needs?