Or, Rather, Let Us Be More Simple

Chemistry... Is Like The Maid Occupied With Daily Civilisation; She Is Busy With Fertilisers, Medicines, Glass, Insecticides ... For She Dispenses The Recipes.

This Dog, Which, Although No Beauty, Was Of An Uncommon Breed, I Had Made My Friend And Companion; And It Certainly Deserved The Name Better Than The Majority Of Those Who Had Assumed It.

Our Affections As Well As Our Bodies Are In Perpetual Flux.

In The North The First Words Are, Help Me; In The South, Love Me.

There Is No Evildoer Who Could Not Be Made Good For Something.