The Men That Women Marry, And Why

A Town That Boasts Inhabitants Like Me Can Have No Lack Of Good Society.

Spake Full Well, In Language Quaint And Olden, One Who Dwelleth By The Castled Rhine, When He Called The Flowers, So Blue And Golden, Stars, That In Earth's Firmament Do Shine.

I Like That Ancient Saxon Phrase, Which Calls, The Burial-ground God's-acre.

Perhaps The Greatest Lesson Which The Lives Of Literary Men Teach Us Is Told In A Single Word* Wait!

Whenever Nature Leaves A Hole In A Person's Mind, She Generally Plasters It Over With A Thick Coat Of Self-conceit.