A Name, It Has More

The Quaker Loves An Ample Brim, A Hat That Bows To No Salaam; And Dear The Beaver Is To Him As If It Never Made A Dam.

Half Of The Failures In Life Come From Pulling One's Horse When He Is Leaping.

Lives Of Great Men Oft Remind Us As We O'er Their Pages Turn, That We Too May Leave Behind Us - Letters That We Ought To Burn.

I Saw Old Autumn In The Misty Morn Stand Shadowless Like Silence, Listening To Silence.

There Are Three Things Which The Public Will Always Clamour For, Sooner Or Later; Namely: Novelty, Novelty, Novelty.