In The Battle Of Existence,

I Never Saw A Mob Rush Across Town To Do A Good Deed.

What Feeling Is So Nice As A Child's Hand In Yours? So Small, So Soft And Warm, Like A Kitten Huddling In The Shelter Of Your Clasp.

Most Hard-boiled People Are Half-baked.

The Cuckoo Who Is On To Himself Is Halfway Out Of The Clock.

Faith Is A Wonderful Thing, But Doubt Gets You An Education.