Everything Being A Constant Carnival, There Is

Almost All Our Desires, When Examined, Contain Something Too Shameful To Reveal.

Seeing So Much Poverty Everywhere Makes Me Think That God Is Not Rich. He Gives The Appearance Of It, But I Suspect Some Financial Difficulties.

I Was Dying When You Came.

There Are No Weeds, And No Worthless Men. There Are Only Bad Farmers.

We Are All Under Sentence Of Death, But With A Sort Of Indefinite Reprieve.