To Be Seventy Years Young Is Sometimes

Stillness Of Person And Steadiness Of Features Are Signal Marks Of Good Breeding.

Memory Is A Net: One That Finds It Full Of Fish When He Takes It From The Brook, But A Dozen Miles Of Water Have Run Through It Without Sticking.

Stupidity Often Saves A Man From Going Mad.

Without Wearing Any Mask We Are Conscious Of, We Have A Special Face For Each Friend.

Youth Longs And Manhood Strives, But Age Remembers.