Every Friend Is To The

Joys Are Our Wings, Sorrows Our Spurs.

Man Has Here Two And A Half Minutes-one To Smile, One To Sigh, And A Half To Love: For In The Midst Of This Minute He Dies.

A Variety Of Nothing Is Superior To A Monotony Of Something.

Feelings Of Man Are Always Pure And The Brightest To The Meeting Time And Farewell.

Laughing Cheerfulness Throws The Light Of Day On All The Paths Of Life.