There Are Years That Ask Questions And

Such As I Am, I Am A Precious Gift.

God Took Pattern After A Pine Tree And Built You Noble.

I Don't Know Any More About The Future Than You Do. I Hope That It Will Be Full Of Work, Because I Have Come To Know By Experience That Work Is The Nearest Thing To Happiness That I Can Find. . . I Want A Busy Life, A Just Mind And A Timely Death.

When I Pitched Headforemost Into The World I Landed In The Crib Of Negroism.

He Was The Average Mortal. It Troubled Him To Get Used To The World One Way And Then Suddenly Have It Turn Different.