To The Old, Sorrow Is Sorrow; To

I'm Not Denyin' The Women Are Foolish. God Almighty Made 'em To Match The Men.

The Finest Language Is Mostly Made Up Of Simple Unimposing Words.

More Helpful Than All Wisdom Is One Draught Of Simple Human Pity That Will Not Forsake Us.

It's A Father's Duty To Give His Sons A Fine Chance.

Minds Fettered By This Doctrine No Longer Inquire Concerning A Proposition Whether It Is Attested By Sufficient Evidence, But Whether It Accords With Scripture; They Do Not Search For Facts As Such, But For Facts That Will Bear Out Their Doctrine. It Is Easy To See That This Mental Habit Blunts Not Only The Perception Of Truth, But The Sense Of Truthfulness, And That The Man Whose Faith Drives Him Into Fallacies Treads Close Upon The Precipice Of Falsehood.