What I Wouldn't Give To Be Seventy

If You Can Eat Sawdust Without Butter, You Can Be A Success In The Law.

Three Generations Of Imbeciles Are Enough.

You Hear That Boy Laughing?you Think He's All Fun; But The Angels Laugh, Too, At The Good He Has Done; The Children Laugh Loud As They Troop To His Call, And The Poor Man That Knows Him Laughs Loudest Of All.

To Be Forgotten Is To Sleep In Peace With The Undisturbed Myriads, No Longer Subject To The Chills And Heats, The Blasts, The Sleet, The Dust, Which Assail In Endless Succession That Shadow Of A Man Which We Call His Reputation.

The Ultimate Good Desired Is Better Reached By Free Trade In Ideas [and] The Best Test Of Truth Is The Power Of The Thought To Get Itself Accepted In The Competition Of The Market.