When One Is Grateful For Something Too

A Fine Lady Is A Squirrel-headed Thing, With Small Airs And Small Notions; About As Applicable To The Business Of Life As A Pair Of Tweezers To The Clearing Of A Forest.

I Think Any Hardship Is Better Than Pretending To Do What One Is Paid For, And Never Really Doing It.

All Who Remember Their Childhood Remember The Strange Vague Sense, When Some New Experience Came, That Everything Else Was Going To Be Changed, And That There Would Be No Lapse Into The Old Monotony.

What Is Opportunity To The Man Who Cant Use It?

What If My Words Were Meant For Deeds.