Youth Is The Gift Of Nature, But

If A Man Who Cannot Count Finds A Four-leaf Clover, Is He Entitled To Happiness?

Here Lies William Trollope, Who Made These Stones Roll Up; When Death Took His Soul Up, His Body Filled This Hole Up

Pity That The Only Way To Paradise Is In A Hearse.

To Whom Should We Marry Freedom, To Make It Multiply?

He Who Limps Is Still Walking.