Politics Makes Strange Post-masters.

It Seems That Nothing Ever Gets To Going Good Till There's A Few Resignations

In Order To Live Off A Garden, You Practically Have To Live In It.

The Worst Feature Of A New Baby Is Its Mother's Singing.

As To Those Who Hoard Gold And Silver And Spend It Not In God's Path, Give Them, Then, The Tidings Of A Painful Agony: On A Day When These Things Shall Be Heated In Hell-fire, And Their Foreheads, And Their Sides, And Their Backs Shall Be Branded Therewith.

Flattery Won't Hurt You If You Don't Swallow It.