Much Bending Breaks The Bow; Much Unbending

Rebellions Of The Belly Are The Worst.

I Foresee It And Yet I Hardly Ever Carry It Out As I Foresee It. It Transforms Itself By The Actual Paint. I Don't In Fact Know Very Often What The Paint Will Do, And It Does Many Things Which Are Very Much Better Than I Could Make It Do.

The Genius Of Any Single Man Can No More Equal Learning, Than A Private Purse Hold Way With The Exchequer.

Friendship Redoubleth Joys, And Cutteth Griefs In Half.

Whatever You Can, Count.