The Pathos Of Life Is

What A Man Marries For's Hard To Tell ... An' What A Woman Marries For's Past Findin' Out.

I Have Little Faith In The Theory That Organized Killing Is The Best Prelude To Peace.

Nothingis So Ungrateful As A Rising Generation; Yet, If There Is Any Faintest Glimmer Of Light Ahead Of Us In The Present, Itwas Kindled By The Intellectual Fires That Burned Long Before Us.

She Must Face Her Grief Where The Struggle Is Always Hardest-in The Place Where Each Trivial Object Is Attended By Pleasant Memories.

The Government's Like A Mule, It's Slow And It's Sure; It's Slow To Turn, And It's Sure To Turn The Way You Don't Want It.