One Must Be Poor To

I'm Not Denyin' The Women Are Foolish. God Almighty Made 'em To Match The Men.

The Intense Happiness Of Our Union Is Derived In A High Degree From The Perfect Freedom With Which We Each Follow And Declare Our Own Impressions.

... The Fallibility Of Human Brains Is In Nothing More Obvious Than In Proof Reading.

The World Is Full Of Hopeful Analogies And Handsome, Dubious Eggs, Called Possibilities.

But What We Strive To Gratify, Though We May Call It A Distant Hope, Is An Immediate Desire; The Future Estate For Which Men Drudge Up City Alleys Exists Already In Their Imagination And Love.