There Was One Species Of Despotism Under

Jealous People Poison Their Own Banquet And Then Eat It

Wit, After All, Is A Mighty Tart, Pungent Ingredient, And Much Too Acid For Some Stomachs; But Honest Good Humor Is The Oil And Wine Of A Merry Meeting.

I Am Always At A Loss At How Much To Believe Of My Own Stories.

There Is In Every True Woman's Heart, A Spark Of Heavenly Fire, Which Lies Dormant In The Broad Daylight Of Prosperity, But Which Kindles Up And Beams And Blazes In The Dark Hour Of Adversity.

The Almighty Dollar, That Great Object Of Universal Devotion Throughout Our Land, Seems To Have No Genuine Devotees In These Peculiar Villages.