Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it, We are happy now because God so wills it; No matter how barren the past may have been, 'T is enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell... The breeze comes whispering in our ear, That dandelions are blossoming near... Every thing is upward striving; 'T is as easy now for the heart to be true As for grass to be green or skies to be blue, - 'T is the natural way of living.

Better one bite at forty, of truths bitter rind, than the hot wine that gushed from the vintage of twenty.

At the devil's booth are all things sold. Each ounce of dross costs its ounce of gold.

Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.

Metaphor is no argument, though it be sometimes the gunpowder to drive one home, and imbed it in the memory.

In the scale of the destinies, brawn will never weigh so mach as brain.

A ginooine statesman should be on his guard, if he must hev beliefs, not to b'lieve 'em too hard.