We Reckon Hours And Minutes To Be

He Who Sports Compliments, Unless He Takes Good Aim, May Miss His Mark, And Be Wounded By The Recoil Of His Own Weapon.

Nature's Bank-dividends.

People Have No Right To Make Fools Of Themselves, Unless They Have No Relations To Blush For Them.

There Is Music Wherever There Is Harmony, Order, Or Proportion.

What A Sight There Is In That "smile!" It Changes Like A Chameleon. There Is A Vacant Smile, A Cold Smile, A Smile Of Hate, A Satiric Smile, An Affected Smile; But, Above All, A Smile Of Love.