Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.

She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.

Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.

What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial.

Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.

Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.

Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.