The Man Who Ain't Got An Enemy

As Scarce As Truth Is, The Supply Has Always Been In Excess Of The Demand.

Peace Is The Soft And Holy Shadow That Virtue Casts.

Young Widows Still Bide Their Time.

Most Everyone Seems Willing To Be A Fool Himself, But He Can't Bear To Have Anyone Else One.

The Road To Ruin Is Always In Good Repair, And The Travellers Pay The Expense Of It.