Luck, Mere Luck May Make

I Never Hear The Rattling Of Dice That It Does Not Sound To Me Like The Funeral Bell Of The Whole Family.

Happiness Grows At Our Own Firesides, And Is Not To Be Picked In Strangers' Gardens.

Earth Is Here So Kind, That Just Tickle Her With A Hoe And She Laughs With A Harvest.

Quality, Not Quantity, Is My Measure.

A Coquette Is Like A Recruiting Sergeant, Always On The Lookout For Fresh Victims.