Many Dishes Bring Many Diseases.

There Is Always Something New Out Of Africa.

Contact With [menstrual Blood] Turns New Wine Sour, Crops Touched By It Become Barren, Grafts Die, Seed In Gardens Are Dried Up, The Fruit Of Trees Fall Off, The Edge Of Steel And The Gleam Of Ivory Are Dulled, Hives Of Bees Die, Even Bronze And Iron Are At Once Seized By Rust, And A Horrible Smell Fills The Air; To Taste It Drives Dogs Mad And Infects Their Bites With An Incurable Poison.

There Is In Them A Softer Fire Than The Ruby, There Is The Brilliant Purple Of The Amethyst, And The Sea Green Of The Emerald - All Shining Together In Incredible Union. Some By Their Splendor Rival The Colors Of The Painters, Others The Flame Of Burning Sulphur Or Of Fire Quickened By Oil.

I Would Have A Man Generous To His Country, His Neighbors, His Kindred, His Friends, And Most Of All His Poor Friends. Not Like Some Who Are Most Lavish With Those Who Are Able To Give Most Of Them.

Suicide Is A Privilege Of Man Which Deity Does Not Possess.