Some People Are So Dry

God Bless The Good-natured, For They Bless Everybody Else.

Some Men Will Not Shave On Sunday, And Yet They Spend All The Week In Shaving Their Fellow-men; And Many Folks Think It Very Wicked To Black Their Boots On Sunday Morning, Yet They Do Not Hesitate To Black Their Neighbor's Reputation On Week-days.

They Who Refuse Education To A Black Man Would Turn The South Into A Vast Poorhouse, And Labor Into A Pendulum, Necessity Vibrating Between Poverty And Indolence.

A Library Is But The Soul's Burying Ground. It Is A Land Of Shadows.

Wherever You Have Seen God Pass, Mark That Spot, And Go And Sit In That Window Again.