The Dog Is The God Of Frolic.

Memory Can Glean, But Can Never Renew. It Brings Us Joys Faint As Is The Perfume Of The Flowers, Faded And Dried, Of The Summer That Is Gone.

No Man Rides So High And In Such Good Company As The Man That Allies Himself To A Truth.

Religion Would Save A Man; Christ Would Make Him Worth Saving.

Some Of God's Noblest Sons, I Think, Will Be Selected From Those That Know How To Take Wealth, With All Its Temptations, And Maintain Godliness Therewith. It Is Hard To Be A Saint Standing In A Golden Niche.

Love Is More Just Than Justice.