The Guns, Thank God, The Guns.

We are the opening verse of the opening page of the chapter of endless possibilities.

All we have of freedom All we use or know This our fathers bought for us Long and long ago

San Francisco has only one drawback—‘tis hard to leave.

God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.

Small miseries, like small debts, hit us in so many places, and meet us at so many turns and corners, that what they want in weight, they make up in number, and render it less hazardous to stand the fire of one cannon ball, than a volley composed of such a shower of bullets.

A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.