The Weather Is Like The Government, Always

It Takes 3 Girls To Tow Always; Two To Hold The Rope, And The Other One Runs Round And Round, And Giggles.

We Are So Bound Together That No Man Can Labor For Himself Alone. Each Blow He Strikes In His Own Behalf Helps To Mold The Universe.

I Love The Chill October Days, When The Brown Leaves Lie Thick And Sodden Underneath Your Feet.

The Shy Man Does Have Some Slight Revenge Upon Society For The Torture It Inflicts Upon Him.

I Had Walked Into That Reading-room A Happy, Healthy Man. I Crawled Out A Decrepit Wreck.