Oh, Poverty Parts Good Company.

The Half Hour Between Waking And Rising Has All My Life Proved Propitious To Any Task Which Was Exercising My Invention... It Was Always When I First Opened My Eyes That The Desired Ideas Thronged Upon Me.

The Race Of Mankind Would Perish Did They Cease To Aid Each Other. We Cannot Exist Without Mutual Help. All Therefore That Need Aid Have A Right To Ask It From Their Fellow-men; And No One Who Has The Power Of Granting Can Refuse It Without Guilt.

Mellow Nuts Have The Hardest Rind.

It Is Wonderful What Strength Of Purpose And Boldness And Energy Of Will Are Roused By The Assurance That We Are Doing Our Duty.

Many Miles Away There's A Shadow On The Door Of A Cottage On The Shore Of A Dark Scottish Lake.