All That Spirits Desire, Spirits Attain.

All Our Words Are But Crumbs That Fall Down From The Feast Of The Mind.

He Who Repeats What He Does Not Understand Is No Better Than An Ass That Is Loaded With Books.

Oh, Lord God, Have Mercy On Me And Mend My Broken Wings.

And Only The Sure Of Foot Can Give A Hand To Him Who Stumbles.

Men Would Bless You Or Curse You; The Curse, A Protest Against Failure, The Blessing, A Hymn Of The Hunter Who Comes Back From The Hills With Provision For His Mate.