There Seems A Magic In The Very

Change Begets Change. Nothing Propagates So Fast.

The Men Who Learn Endurance, Are They Who Call The Whole World, Brother.

... She Indulged In Melancholy - That Cheapest And Most Accessible Of Luxuries.

A Smattering Of Everything, And A Knowledge Of Nothing.

He Was Drunk Upon The Average Once A Day, And Penitent Upon An Equally Fair Calculation Once A Month; And When He Was Penitent, He Was Invariably In The Very Last Stage Of Maudlin Intoxication. He Was A Ragged, Roving, Roaring Kind Of Fellow, With A Burly Form, A Sharp Wit, And A Ready Head, And Could Turn His Hand To Anything When He Chose To Do It.