Cast Your Cares On God;

Averageness Is A Quality We Must Put Up With. Men March Toward Civilization In Column Formation, And By The Time The Van Has Learned To Admire The Masters The Rear Is Drawing Reluctantly Away From The Totem Pole.

That Is The Consolation Of A Little Mind; You Have The Fun Of Changing It Without Impeding The Progress Of Mankind.

When Temptations March Monotonously In Regiments, One Waits For To Pass.

By Rights, Satire Is A Lonely And Introspective Occupation, For Nobody Can Describe A Fool To The Life Without Much Patient Self-inspection.

Talk Ought Always To Run Obliquely, Not Nose To Nose With No Chance Of Mental Escape.