No Idea Is So Antiquitated

She Must Face Her Grief Where The Struggle Is Always Hardest-in The Place Where Each Trivial Object Is Attended By Pleasant Memories.

Youth Is The Period Of Harsh Judgments, And A Man Seldom Learns Until He Reaches Thirty That Human Nature Is Made Up Not Of Simples, But Of Compounds.

You Can't Fit The Same Religion To Every Man Any Mo' Than You Can The Same Pair Of Breeches. The Big Man Takes The Big Breeches An' The Little Man Takes The Small Ones, An' It's Jest The Same With Religion. It May Be Cut After One Pattern, But It's Might Apt To Get Its Shape From The Wearer Inside. Why, Thar Ain't Any Text So Peaceable That It Ain't Drawn Blood From Somebody.

After All, You Can't Expect Men Not To Judge By Appearances.

The Pathos Of Life Is Worse Than The Tragedy.