I Would Like To Have A Second

Nature Designed Us To Be Of Good Cheer.

Troubles Are Like Babies - They Only Grow By Nursing.

A Man Is In No Danger So Long As He Talks His Love; But To Write It Is To Impale Himself On His Own Pothooks.

As For The Brandy, "nothing Extenuate"; And The Water, Put Nought In In Malice.

What A Fine-looking Thing Is War! Yet, Dress It As We May, Dress And Feather It, Daub It With Gold, Huzza It, And Sing Swaggering Songs About It,--what Is It, Nine Times Out Of Ten, But Murder In Uniform!