The Best Servant Does His Work Unseen.

Memory Is A Net: One That Finds It Full Of Fish When He Takes It From The Brook, But A Dozen Miles Of Water Have Run Through It Without Sticking.

Youth Fades, Love Droops, The Leaves Of Friendship Fall; A Mother's Secret Hope Outlives Them All.

Our Brains Are Seventy-year Clocks. The Angel Of Life Winds Them Up Once For All, Then Closes The Case, And Gives The Key Into The Hand Of The Angel Of The Resurrection.

Where We Love Is Home - Home That Our Feet May Leave, But Not Our Hearts.

A Pun Does Not Commonly Justify A Blow In Return. But If A Blow Were Given For Such Cause, And Death Ensued, The Jury Would Be Judges Both Of The Facts And Of The Pun, And Might, If The Latter Were Of An Aggravated Character, Return A Verdict Of Justifiable Homicide.