My Books Kept Me From The Ring,

No Sun, No Moon, No Morn, No Noon, No Dawn, No Dusk, No Proper Time Of Day, . . . . . . No Road, No Street, No T' Other Side The Way, . . . . . . No Shade, No Shine, No Butterflies, No Bees, No Fruits, No Flowers, No Leaves, No Buds.

Half Of The Failures In Life Come From Pulling One's Horse When He Is Leaping.

Apothegms Form A Short Cut To Much Knowledge.

While The Steeples Are Loud In Their Joy, To The Tune Of The Bells' Ring-a-ding, Let Us Chime In A Peal, One And All, For We All Should Be Able To Sing Hullah Baloo.

But Evil Is Wrought By Want Of Thought, As Well As Want Of Heart!