The First Condition Of Human Goodness Is

Of New Acquaintances One Can Never Be Sure Because One Likes Them One Day That It Will Be So The Next. Of Old Friends One Is Sure That It Will Be The Same Yesterday, Today, And Forever.

There Is No Killing The Suspicion That Deceit Has Once Begotten.

There's Truth In Wine, And There May Be Some In Gin And Muddy Beer; But Whether It's Truth Worth My Knowing, Is Another Question.

Iteration, Like Friction, Is Likely To Generate Heat Instead Of Progress.

Delicious Autumn! My Very Soul Is Wedded To It.