In Civilized Society We All Depend Upon

Language Is The Dress Of Thought.

Terrestrial Happiness Is Of Short Duration. The Brightness Of The Flame Is Wasting Its Fuel; The Fragrant Flower Is Passing Away In Its Own Odors.

He Who Does Not Mind His Belly, Will Hardly Mind Anything Else.

No Man Can Fall Into Contempt But Those Who Deserve It.

Golf Is A Game In Which You Claim The Privileges Of Age, And Retain The Playthings Of Childhood.