A Few Can Touch The Magic String,

I Hate Paying Taxes. But I Love The Civilization They Give Me

Build Thee More Stately Mansions, O My Soul, As The Swift Seasons Roll! Leave Thy Low-vaulted Past! Let Each New Temple, Nobler Than The Last, Shut Thee From Heaven With A Dome More Vast, Till Thou At Length Art Free, Leaving Thine Outgrown Shell By Life's Unresting Sea!

It Is The Province Of Knowledge To Speak, And It Is The Privilege Of Wisdom To Listen.

Don't You Stay At Home Of Evenings? Don't You Love A Cushioned Seat In A Corner, By The Fireside, With Your Slippers On Your Feet?

I Like Children; I Like 'em, And I Respect 'em. Pretty Much All The Honest Truth-telling There Is In The World Is Done By Them.