Apothegms Form A Short Cut To Much

How Bravely Autumn Paints Upon The Sky The Gorgeous Fame Of Summer Which Is Fled!

O Bed! O Bed! Delicious Bed! That Heaven Upon Earth To The Weary Head.

The Biggest Bore Of All Is He Who Is Overflowing With Congratulations

So Mayst Thou Live, Dear! Many Years, In All The Bliss That Life Endears

Half Of The Failures In Life Come From Pulling One's Horse When He Is Leaping.