Necessity Knows No Sunday.

The Friendships Of Nations, Built On Common Interests, Cannot Survive The Mutability Of Those Interests.

The Delusions Of The Past Seem Fond And Foolish. The Delusions Of The Present Seem Subtle And Sane.

When The Milk Of Human Kindness Turns Sour, It Is A Singularly Unpalatable Draught.

A Puppy Is But A Dog, Plus High Spirits, And Minus Common Sense.

It Is In His Pleasure That A Man Really Lives; It Is From His Leisure That He Constructs The True Fabric Of Self.