My Head Was Full Of Misty Fumes

Want Won't Kill You Half As Quick As Worry Will.

Tain't No Use In You Cryin' . . . But Folks Is Meant To Cry 'bout Somethin' Or Other. Better Leave Things De Way Dey Is. Youse Young Yet. No Tellin' Whut Mout Happen Befo' You Die.

The Present Was An Egg Laid By The Past That Had The Future Inside Its Shell.

I Regret All Of My Books.

It Is Hard To Apply Oneself To Study When There Is No Money To Pay For Food And Lodging. I Almost Never Explain These Things When Folks Are Asking Me Why I Don't Do This Or That.