Men Are Like Trees: Each

In This World, Full Often, Our Joys Are Only The Tender Shadows Which Our Sorrows Cast.

Every Man Should Keep A Fair-sized Cemetery In Which To Bury The Faults Of His Friends.

Any Man Can Work When Every Stroke Of His Hands Brings Down The Fruit Rattling From The Tree ... But To Labor In Season And Out Of Season, Under Every Discouragement... That Requires A Heroism Which Is Transcendent.

Sometimes Fear Is Wholesome And Rational; It Is Well To Swing Fear As A Mighty Battle-axe Over Men's Heads When No Other Motive Will Move Them.

The Strong Are God's Natural Protectors Of The Weak.