Brother, Thy Tail Hangs Down Behind.

Smells Are Surer Than Sounds Or Sights To Make Your Heartstrings Crack.

You Sometimes See A Woman Who Would Have Made A Joan Of Arc In Another Century And Climate, Threshing Herself To Pieces Over All The Mean Worry Of Housekeeping.

The Individual Has Always Had To Struggle To Keep From Being Overwhelmed By The Tribe. If You Try It, You Will Be Lonely Often, And Sometimes Frightened. But No Price Is Too High To Pay For The Privilege Of Owning Yourself.

We Have Learned To Whittle The Eden Tree To The Shape Of A Surplice Peg, We Have Learned To Bottle Our Parents Twain In The Yelk Of An Addled Egg. We Know That The Tail Must Wag The Dog, For The Horse Is Drawn By The Cart, But The Devil Whoops, As He Whooped Of Old; It's Clever, But Is It Art?

An Ounce Of Mother Is Worth A Pound Of Clergy.