Every Man Has A Rainy

Two Aged Men, That Had Been Foes For Life, Met By A Grave, And Wept - And In Those Tears They Washed Away The Memory Of Their Strife; Then Wept Again The Loss Of All Those Years.

Poverty Is The Only Load Which Is The Heavier The More Loved Ones There Are To Assist In Bearing It.

Fancy Rules Over Two Thirds Of The Universe, The Past, And Future, While Reality Is Confined To The Present

Nothing Is More Beautiful Than Cheerfulness In An Old Face.

The End We Aim At Must Be Known, Before The Way Can Be Made.