If You Could Make A Pudding Wi'

All The Learnin' My Father Ever Paid For Was A Bit O' Birch At One End And The Alphabet At Th ' Other.

In Every Parting There Is An Image Of Death.

To Know Intense Joy Without A Strong Bodily Frame, One Must Have An Enthusiastic Soul.

Life Was Never Anything But A Perpetual See-saw Between Gravity And Jest.

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