Joe Gave Me Some More Gravy.

Do All The Good You Can And Make As Little Fuss About It As Possible.

It Was A Cold Hard Easterly Morning When He Latched The Garden Gate And Turned Away. The Light Snowfall Which Had Feathered His Schoolroom Windows On The Thursday, Still Lingered In The Air, And Was Falling White, While The Wind Blew Black.

There Might Be Some Credit In Being Jolly.

It Will Be Your Duty, And It Will Be Your Pleasure Too To Estimate Her (as You Chose Her) By The Qualities That She Has, And Not By The Qualities She May Not Have.

I Made A Compact With Myself That In My Person Literature Should Stand By Itself, Of Itself, And For Itself.