By Rights You're A King.

You Can't Appreciate Home Till You've Left It, Money Till It's Spent, Your Wife Till She's Joined A Woman's Club, Nor Old Glory Till You See It Hanging On A Broomstick On The Shanty Of A Consul In A Foreign Town.

She Had Become So Thoroughly Annealed Into His Life That She Was Like The Air He Breathed--necessary But Scarcely Noticed.

Those Whom We First Love We Seldom Marry

No Friendship Is An Accident.

Of Habit, The Power That Keeps The Earth From Flying To Pieces; Though There Is Some Silly Theory Of Gravitation.