The Pride Of The Body Is A

To The Receptive Soul The River Of Life Pauseth Not, Nor Is Diminished.

There's Times When The Crockery Seems Alive, An' Flies Out O' Your Hand Like A Bird. It's Like The Glass, Sometimes, 'ull Crack As It Stands. What Is To Be Broke Will Be Broke.

Men Can Do Nothing Without The Make-believe Of A Beginning.

I've Never Any Pity For Conceited People, Because I Think They Carry Their Comfort About With Them.

Our Words Have Wings, But Fly Not Where We Would.