Christmas Is The Day That Holds All

A Man Gazing At The Stars Is Proverbially At The Mercy Of The Puddles In The Road.

A Bottomless Pit Of Violence, A Tower Of Babel Where All Are Speakers And No Hearers.

It Is The Sternest Philosophy, But On The Whole The Truest, That, In The Wide Arena Of The World, Failure And Success Are Not Accidents, As We So Frequently Suppose, But The Strictest Justice.

My Heart Like Moon-charmed Waters, All Unrest.

If You Wish To Make A Man Look Noble, Your Best Course Is To Kill Him. What Superiority He May Have Inherited From His Race, What Superiority Nature May Have Personally Gifted Him With, Comes Out In Death.