I Respect The Truth Too Much To

When A Man Or Woman Loves To Brood Over A Sorrow And Takes Care To Keep It Green In Their Memory, You May Be Sure It Is No Longer A Pain To Them.

I Respect The Truth Too Much To Drag It Out On Every Occasion.

There May Be A Better Land Where Bicycle Saddles Are Made Of Rainbow, Stuffed With Cloud; In This World The Simplest Thing Is To Get Used To Something Hard.

A Cat's Got Her Own Opinion Of Human Beings. She Don't Say Much, But You Can Tell Enough To Make You Anxious Not To Hear The Whole Of It.

The Weather Is Like The Government, Always In The Wrong.