Our Friends Interpret The World And Ourselves

Good-humor, Gay Spirits, Are The Liberators, The Sure Cure For Spleen And Melancholy. Deeper Than Tears, These Irradiate The Tophets With Their Glad Heavens. Go Laugh, Vent The Pits, Transmuting Imps Into Angels By The Alchemy Of Smiles. The Satans Flee At The Sight Of These Redeemers.

Egotists Cannot Converse, They Talk To Themselves Only.

The Richest Minds Need Not Large Libraries.

Dignity Of Manner Always Conveys A Sense Of Reserved Force.

Ideas In The Head Set Hands About Their Several Tasks.