Always Keep A Window In The Attic

To Read Between The Lines Was Easier Than To Follow The Text.

He Is The Same Old Sausage, Fizzing And Sputtering In His Own Grease.

God's Creature Is One. He Makes Man, Not Men. His True Creature Is Unitary And Infinite, Revealing Himself, Indeed, In Every Finite Form, But Compromised By None.

Am I Solemn? I Had An Idea I Was Grinning From Ear To Ear." "you Look As If You Were Taking Me To A Prayer-meeting Or A Funeral. If That's A Grin Your Ears Are Very Near Together." "should You Like Me To Dance A Hornpipe On The Deck?" "pray Do, And I'll Carry Round Your Hat. It'll Pay The Expenses Of Our Journey.

The Artist Is Present In Every Page Of Every Book From Which He Sought So Assiduously To Eliminate Himself.