Our Spirits Grow Gray Before Our Hairs.

Reader, If You Are Gifted With Nerves Like Mine, Aspire To Any Character But That Of A Wit.

The Beggar Wears All Colors Fearing None.

The Red-letter Days, Now Become, To All Intents And Purposes, Dead-letter Days.

Riches Are Chiefly Good Because They Give Us Time.

I Am In Love With The Green Earth.