The Years Seem To Rush By Now,

I Think I Dislike What I Don't Like More Than I Like What I Like.

When What Is Good Comes Of Age, And Is Likely To Live, There Is Reason For Rejoicing.

Let My Body Dwell In Poverty, And My Hands Be As The Hands Of The Toiler; But Let My Soul Be As A Temple Of Remembrance Where The Treasures Of Knowledge Enter And The Inner Sanctuary Is Hope.

A Woman Dictates Before Marriage In Order That She May Have An Appetite For Submission Afterwards.

What People Do Who Go Into Politics I Can't Think; It Drives Me Almost Mad To See Mismanagement Over Only A Few Hundred Acres.