Words Are The Only Things That Last

In What We Really Understand, We Reason But Little.

Women Never Reason, And Therefore They Are (comparatively) Seldom Wrong.

There Is Evil Poured Upon The Earth From The Overflowings Of Corruption-- Sickness, And Poverty, And Pain, And Guilt, And Madness, And Sorrow; But, As The Water From A Fountain Riseth And Sinketh To Its Level, Ceaselessly Toileth Justice To Equalize The Lots Of Men.

The Soil Of Friendship Is Worn Out With Constant Use. Habit May Still Attach Us To Each Other, But We Feel Ourselves Fettered By It. Old Friends Might Be Compared To Old Married People Without The Tie Of Children.

The Severest Critics Are Always Those Who Have Either Never Attempted, Or Who Have Failed In Original Composition.