The Less Taste A Person Has In

Idling Has Always Been My Strong Point.

Cheese, Like Oil, Makes Too Much Of Itself.

When You Forget To Take The Sail At All, Then The Wind Is Constantly In Your Favour Both Ways. But There! This World Is Only A Probation, And Man Was Born To Trouble As The Sparks Fly Upward.

Weather In Towns Is Like A Skylark In A Counting-house-out Of Place And In The Way.

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.