They Truly Mourn, That Mourn Without A

Knowledge Is Not Happiness, And Science But An Exchange Of Ignorance For That Which Is Another Kind Of Ignorance.

He Scratched His Ear, The Infallible Resource To Which Embarrassed People Have Recourse.

The Place Is Very Well And Quiet And The Children Only Scream In A Low Voice.

I Live Not In Myself, But I Become Portion Of That Around Me: And To Me High Mountains Are A Feeling, But The Hum Of Human Cities Torture.

Since Eve Ate The Apple, Much Depends On Dinner.