Mine First --mine Last-- Mine Even In

When Emerson's Library Was Burning At Concord, I Went To Him As He Stood With The Firelight On His Strong, Sweet Face, And Endeavored To Express My Sympathy For The Loss Of His Most Valued Possessions, But He Answered Cheerily, 'never Mind, Louisa, See What A Beautiful Blaze They Make! We Will Enjoy That Now.' The Lesson Was One Never Forgotten And In The Varied Lessons That Have Come To Me I Have Learned To Look For Something Beautiful And Bright.

Money Is The Root Of All Evil, And Yet It Is Such A Useful Root That We Cannot Get On Without It Any More Than We Can Without Potatoes.

Politics Were As Bad As Mathematics, And That The Mission Of Politicians Seemed To Be Calling Each Other Names

Do The Things You Know, And You Shall Learn The Truth You Need To Know.

Books Are Always Good Company If You Have The Right Sort.