Delight In The Little Things.

The American Does Not Drink At Meals As A Sensible Man Should. Indeed, He Has No Meals. He Stuffs For Ten Minutes Thrice A Day.

One Half Of My Head, From The Top Of My Skull To The Cleft Of My Jaw, Hammers, Bangs, Sizzles While The Other Half, Serene And Content, Looks On At The Agony Next Door.

I Worked Like A Horse And I Ate Like A Hog And I Slept Like A Dead Man.

An Ounce Of Mother Is Worth A Pound Of Clergy.

I Will Remember What I Was, I Am Sick Of Rope And Chains - I Will Remember My Old Strength And All My Forest Affairs. I Will Not Sell My Back To Man For A Bundle Of Sugar Cane; I Will Go Out To My Own Kind, And The Wood-folk In Their Lairs. I Will Go Out Until The Day, Until The Morning Break - Out To The Wind's Untainted Kiss, The Water's Clean Caress; I Will Forget My Ankle-ring And Snap My Picket Stake. I Will Revisit My Lost Love And Playmates Masterless!