We Have Forty Million Reasons For Failure,

God Could Not Be Everywhere, And Therefore He Made Mothers.

One Learns More From A Good Scholar In A Rage Than From A Score Of Lucid And Laborious Drudges.

Your New-caught, Sullen Peoples, / Half-devil And Half Child.

I Wasted My Substance, I Know I Did, On Riotous Living, So I Did, But There's Nothing On Record To Show I Did More Than My Betters Have Done.

They Copied All They Could Copy, But They Couldn't Copy My Mind; And I Left Them Sweatin' And Stealin', A Year And A Half Behind.