Beware The Hobby That Eats.

You Cannot Always Run From A Weakness. You Must Sometime Fight It Out Or Perish.

I Was Put To The Grammar-school At Eight Years Of Age, My Father Intending To Devote Me, As The Tithe Of His Sons, To The Service Of The Church.

She Laughs At Everything You Say. Why? Because She Has Fine Teeth.

Learn Of The Skillful; He That Teaches Himself, Has A Fool For His Master.

Pity And Forbearance Should Characterize All Acts Of Justice.