The lightning-bug is brilliant, but he hasn't any mind; He stumbles through existence with his headlight on behind. — Eugene Fitch Ware Behinds Copy Share Image
Human hopes and human creeds; have their root in human needs. — Eugene Fitch Ware Creeds Copy Share Image
No town can hope prosperity and trade, unless the press shall vigorously aid. — Eugene Fitch Ware Aids Copy Share Image
The farmer works the soil. The agriculturalist works the farmer. — Eugene Fitch Ware Farmers Copy Share Image
Life is a game of whist. From unseen sources The cards are shuffled, and the hands are dealt. I do not like… — Eugene Fitch Ware Cards Copy Share Image
