The home is a tryst-the place where we retire and shut the world out.
The newspapers print what the people want, and thus does the savage still swing his club and flourish his spear.
Fences are made for those who cannot fly.
Blessed is the man who has found someone to do his work.
Nothing is permanent but change.
Often we can help each other most by leaving each other alone; at other times we need the hand-grasp and the word of cheer.