Of All Sound Of All Bells... Most

A Clear Fire, A Clean Hearth, And The Rigour Of The Game.

I Am In Love With This Green Earth.

Oh, The Pleasure Of Eating My Dinner Alone!

By Myself Walking, To Myself Talking.

Judge Not Man By His Outward Manifestation Of Faith; For Some There Are Who Tremblingly Reach Out Shaking Hands To The Guidance Of Faith; Others Who Stoutly Venture In The Dark Their Human Confidence, Their Leader, Which They Mistake For Faith; Some Whose Hope Totters Upon Crutches; Others Who Stalk Into Futurity Upon Stilts. The Difference Is Chiefly Constitutional With Them.