Thiar Ain't No Sense In Gittin' Riled!

Which I Wish To Remark-- And My Language Is Plain,-- That For Ways That Are Dark And For Tricks That Are Vain, The Heathen Chinee Is Peculiar.

Love Differs From All The Other Contagious Diseases: The Last Time A Man Is Exposed To It, He Takes It Most Readily, And Has It The Worst!

Never A Lip Is Curved With Pain That Can't Be Kissed Into Smiles Again.

There Is Peace In The Swamp, Though The Quiet Is Death

Each Lost Day Has Its Patron Saint!