What We Buy, And Pay For, Is

One Should Not Run On A New Road.

I Wear The Key Of Memory, And Can Open Every Door In The House Of My Life.

No Man Was Ever Ruined From Without; The Final Ruin Comes From Within, When You Turn Hopeless And Lose Courage!

... Trouble Of All Kinds Is Voluble, And Has Plenty Of Words, But Happiness Was Never Written Down.

What We Buy, And Pay For, Is Part Of Ourselves.