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The Reason Why Worry Kills More People Than Work Is That More People Worry Than Work.

When A Friend Calls To Me From The Road And Slows His Horse To A Meaning Walk, I Don't Stand Still And Look Around On All The Hills I Haven't Hoed, And Shout From Where I Am, What Is It? No, Not As There Is A Time To Talk. I Thrust My Hoe In The Mellow Ground, Blade-end Up And Five Feet Tall, And Plod: I Go Up To The Stone Wall For A Friendly Visit.

A Liberal Is A Man Too Broadminded To Take His Own Side In A Quarrel.

All Those Who Try To Go It Sole Alone, Too Proud To Be Beholden For Relief, Are Absolutely Sure To Come To Grief.

Nothing Gold Can Stay.