Curses, Like Chickens, Come Home To Roost.

Large Parties Given To Very Young Children... Foster The Passions Of Vanity And Envy, And Produce A Love Of Dress And Display Which Is Very Repulsive In The Character Of A Child.

I Have No Wish For A Second Husband. I Had Enough Of The First. I Like To Have My Own Way To Lie Down Mistress, And Get Up Master.

Ah, Hope! What Would Life Be, Stripped Of Thy Encouraging Smiles, That Teach Us To Look Behind The Dark Clouds Of Today, For The Golden Beams That Are To Gild The Morrow.

What A Wonderful Faculty Is Memory! -- The Most Mysterious And Inexplicable In The Great Riddle Of Life; That Plastic Tablet On Which The Almighty Registers With Unerring Fidelity The Records Of Being, Making It The Depository Of All Our Words, Thoughts And Deeds -- This Faithful Witness Against Us For Good Or Evil.

Curses, Like Chickens, Come Home To Roost.