I Hold It To Be The Inalienable

If The Writer Does Not Cry, The Reader Does Not Cry.

Home Is The Place Where, When You Have To Go There, They Have To Take You In.

The Sidelong Glance Is What You Depend On.

The Rose Is A Rose, And Was Always A Rose. But The Theory Now Goes That The Apple's A Rose.

Skepticism, Is That Anything More Than We Used To Mean When We Said, Well, What Have We Here?