The Test Is Always How We Treat

I'm Always Saying Something That's Just The Edge Of Something More.

Let Him That Is Without Stone Among You Cast The First Thing He Can Lay His Hands On.

I'd Just As Soon Play Tennis With The Net Down.

I Have Wished A Bird Would Fly Away, And Not Sing By My House All Day.

You Know How Cunningly Mankind Is Planned: We Have One Loving And One Hating Hand. The Loving's Made To Hold Each Other Like, While With The Hating Other Hand We Strike.