A Clock Stopped-- Not The

Whenever A Thing Is Done For The First Time, It Releases A Little Demon.

Truth Is So Rare That It Is Delightful To Tell It.

As Summer Into Autumn Slips And Yet We Sooner Say "the Summer" Than "the Autumn," Lest We Turn The Sun Away, And Almost Count It An Affront The Presence To Concede Of One However Lovely, Not The One That We Have Loved - So We Evade The Charge Of Years On One Attempting Shy The Circumvention Of The Shaft Of Life's Declivity.

Faith Is A Fine Invention When Gentlemen Can See, But Microscopes Are Prudent In An Emergency.

You Don't Have To Be A House To Be Haunted.