Speech May Be Barren; But It Is

In Old Days There Were Angels Who Came And Took Men By The Hand And Led Them Away From The City Of Destruction. We See No White-winged Angels Now. But Yet Men Are Led Away From Threatening Destruction: A Hand Is Put Into Theirs, Which Leads Them Forth Gently Towards A Calm And Bright Land, So That They Look No More Backward; And The Hand May Be A Little Child's.

Souls Have Complexions Too: What Will Suit One Will Not Suit Another

Truth Has Rough Flavours If We Bite It Through.

Where You Have Friends You Should Not Go To Inns.

I've Always Felt That Your Belongings Have Never Been On A Level With You.