All Meanings, We Know, Depend On The

We Hand Folks Over To God's Mercy, And Show None Ourselves.

Speech Is Often Barren; But Silence Also Does Not Necessarily Brood Over A Full Nest. Your Still Fowl, Blinking At You Without Remark, May All The While Be Sitting On One Addled Egg; And When It Takes To Cackling Will Have Nothing To Announce But That Addled Delusion.

The Finest Language Is Mostly Made Up Of Simple Unimposing Words.

I Think I Dislike What I Don't Like More Than I Like What I Like.

Family Likeness Has Often A Deep Sadness In It.