Men, Like Bullets, Go Farthest When They

I Would Rather Dwell In The Dim Fog Of Superstition Than In Air Rarefied To Nothing By The Air-pump Of Unbelief-in Which The Panting Breast Expires, Vainly And Convulsively Gasping For Breath.

Laughing Cheerfulness Throws The Light Of Day On All The Paths Of Life.

Age Doesn't Matter, Unless Your Cheese.

The Guardian Angels Of Life Sometimes Fly So High As To Be Beyond Our Sight, But They Are Always Looking Down Upon Us.

A Man Never Discloses His Own Character So Clearly As When He Describes Anothers.