A Friendship Counting Nearly Forty Years Is

A Great Part Of Human Suffering Has Its Root In The Nature Of Man, And Not In That Of His Institutions.

May Is A Pious Fraud Of The Almanac A Ghastly Parody Of Real Spring Shaped Out Of Snow And Breathed With Eastern Wind.

A Friendship Counting Nearly Forty Years Is The Finest Kind Of Shade-tree I Know.

This Imputation Of Inconsistency Is One To Which Every Sound Politician And Every Honest Thinker Must Sooner Or Later Subject Himself. The Foolish And The Dead Alone Never Change Their Opinion.

Laborin' Man An' Laborin' Woman Hev One Glory An' One Shame; Ev'y Thin' Thet' S Done Inhuman Injers All On 'em The Same.