Sweet April's Tears, Dead On The Hem

If You Do Your Fair Day's Work, You Are Certain To Get Your Fair Day's Wage - In Praise Or Pudding, Whichever Happens To Suit Your Taste.

Pleasure Has No Logic; It Never Treads In Its Own Footsteps.

In The Entire Circle Of The Year There Are No Days So Delightful As Those Of A Fine October.

Nature Never Quite Goes Along With Us. She Is Somber At Weddings, Sunny At Funerals, And She Frowns On Ninety-nine Out Of A Hundred Picnics.

Some Books Are Drenchèd Sandson Which A Great Soul's Wealth Lies All In Heaps,like A Wrecked Argosy.