Wise Men Have But Few Confidants, And

The Best Medicine I Know For Rheumatism Is To Thank The Lord That It Ain't Gout.

It Is Not All Bad, This Getting Old, Ripening. After The Fruit Has Got Its Growth It Should Juice Up And Mellow. God Forbid I Should Live Long Enough To Ferment And Rot And Fall To The Ground In A Squash.

Unless We Put Heart And Soul Into Our Labor We But Brutify Our Actions.

Ignorance Is The Wet-nurse Of Prejudice.

I Have Never Known A Person To Live To Be One Hundred And Be Remarkable For Anything Else.