My Heart Like Moon-charmed Waters, All Unrest.

A Man Does Not Plant A Tree For Himself; He Plants It For Posterity.

A Man's Real Possession Is His Memory. In Nothing Else Is He Rich, In Nothing Else Is He Poor.

Christmas Is The Day That Holds All Time Together.

Not On The Stage Alone, In The World Also, A Man's Real Character Comes Out Best In His Asides.

One Never Hugs One's Good Luck So Affectionately As When Listening To The Relation Of Some Horrible Misfortunes Which Has Overtaken Others.