I'd Like To Grow Very

And The Tear That We Shed, Though In Secret It Rolls, Shall Long Keep His Memory Green In Our Souls.

The Teller Of A Mirthful Tale Has Latitude Allowed Him. We Are Content With Less Than Absolute Truth.

A Man Cannot Have A Pure Mind Who Refuses Apple Dumplings.

The Drinking Man Is Never Less Himself Than During His Sober Intervals.

I'd Like To Grow Very Old As Slowly As Possible.