You Have Your Face Bare;

There Is Some Shadow Of Delight And Delicacy Which Smiles Upon And Flatters Us Even In The Very Lap Of Melancholy.

We Are All Patchwork, And So Shapeless And Diverse In Composition That Each Bit, Each Moment, Plays Its Own Game.

In Nine Lifetimes, You'll Never Know As Much About Your Cat As Your Cat Knows About You.

It Is Not Reasonable That Art Should Win The Place Of Honor Over Our Great And Powerful Mother Nature. We Have So Overloaded The Beauty And Richness Of Her Works By Our Inventions That We Have Quite Smothered Her.

Every One's True Worship Was That Which He Found In Use In The Place Where He Chanced To Be.