What Sunshine Is To Flowers, Smiles Are

I'm Not Denyin' The Women Are Foolish. God Almighty Made 'em To Match The Men.

We Are Apt To Think It The Finest Era Of The World When America Was Beginning To Be Discovered, When A Bold Sailor, Even If He Were Wrecked, Might Alight On A New Kingdom.

Oh, Child, Men's Men: Gentle Or Simple, They're Much Of A Muchness.

There Is No Killing The Suspicion That Deceit Has Once Begotten.

The Beginning Of Hardship Is Like The First Taste Of Bitter Food--it Seems For A Moment Unbearable; Yet, If There Is Nothing Else To Satisfy Our Hunger, We Take Another Bite And Find It Possible To Go On.