Those Who Look For Filth, Can Find

Nothing Is Hopeless; We Must Hope For Everything.

A Sharp-tempered Woman, Or, For That Matter, A Man, Is Easier To Deal With Than The Clever Type Who Holds Her Tongue.

Oftener Than Not The Old Are Uncontrollable; Their Tempers Make Them Difficult To Deal With.

One Loyal Friend Is Worth Ten Thousand Relatives.

When Roused To Rage The Maddening Populace Storms, Their Fury, Like A Rolling Flame, Bursts Forth Unquenchable; But Give Its Violence Ways, It Spends Itself, And As Its Force Abates, Learns To Obey And Yields It To Your Will.