There Is Hardly Any Mental Misery Worse

Oh, The Comfort, The Inexpressible Comfort Of Feeling Safe With A Person; Having Neither To Weigh Thoughts Nor Measure Words, But To Pour Them All Out, Just As They Are, Chaff And Grain Together, Knowing That A Faithful Hand Will Take And Sift Them, Keep What Is Worth Keeping, And Then, With A Breath Of Kindness, Blow The Rest Away.

There's Folks As Make Bad Butter And Trusten To The Salt T' Hide It.

Worldly Faces Never Look So Worldly As At A Funeral.

And, Of Course Men Know Best About Everything, Except What Women Know Better.

I'm Not One Of Those That Can See The Cat In The Dairy And Wonder What She's There For.