Few Women And Fewer Men Have Enough

To Set But A Low Value Upon Toast Is To Expose One's Deficiencies In Right Appreciation.

Every Saint Has A Bee In His Halo.

The Art Of Life Is To Show Your Hand.

The Noise From Good Toast Should Reverberate In The Head Like The Thunder Of July.

What Kind Of Life A Dog . . . Acquires. I Have Sometimes Tried To Imagine By Kneeling Or Lying Full Length On The Ground And Looking Up. The World Then Becomes Strangely Incomplete; One Sees Little But Legs.