To Most The End Comes As Naturally

Young People Think They Never Can Change, But They Do In The Most Wonderful Manner, And Very Few Die Of Broken Hearts.

I Can't Get Over My Disappointment In Not Being A Boy.

Gentlemen, Be Courteous To The Old Maids, No Matter How Poor And Plain And Prim, For The Only Chivalry Worth Having Is That Which Is The Readiest To To Pay Deference To The Old, Protect The Feeble, And Serve Womankind, Regardless Of Rank, Age, Or Color.

I've Learned To Check The Hasty Words That Rise To My Lips, And When I Feel That They Mean To Break Out Against My Will, I Just Go Away For A Minute, And Give Myself A Little Shake For Being So Weak And Wicked.

The Dirt Is Picturesque, So I Don't Mind.