No One Thinks Of Winter When The

Small Miseries, Like Small Debts, Hit Us In So Many Places, And Meet Us At So Many Turns And Corners, That What They Want In Weight, They Make Up In Number, And Render It Less Hazardous To Stand The Fire Of One Cannon Ball, Than A Volley Composed Of Such A Shower Of Bullets.

And That After This Is Accomplished, And The Brave New World Begins, When All Men Are Paid For Existing And No Man Must Pay For His Sins.

When Man Has Come To The Turnstiles Of Night, All The Creeds In The World Seem To Him Wonderfully Alike And Colorless.

If I Were Hanged On The Highest Hill, Mother O' Mine, O Mother O' Mine! I Know Whose Love Would Follow Me Still Mother O' Mine, O Mother O' Mine!

Savings Represent Much More Than Mere Money Value. They Are The Proof That The Saver Is Worth Something In Himself. Any Fool Can Waste; Any Fool Can Muddle; But It Takes Something More Of A Man To Save And The More He Saves The More Of A Man He Makes Of Himself. Waste And Extravagance Unsettle A Man's Mind For Every Crisis; Thrift, Which Means Some Form Of Self-restraint, Steadies It.