The One Thing Finished In This Hasty

The Green Grass Floweth Like A Stream Into The Oceans's Blue.

Endurance Is The Crowning Quality.

A Man Is Old When He Can Pass An Apple Orchard And Not Remember The Stomachache.

Piety Is Indifferent Whether She Enters At The Eye Or At The Ear. There Is None Of The Senses At Which She Does Not Knock One Day Or Other. The Puritans Forgot This, And Thrust Beauty Out Of The Meeting-house And Slammed The Door In Her Face.

My Gran'ther's Rule Was Safer 'n 't Is To Crow: Don't Never Prophesy - Onless Ye Know.