The Mind Is An Enchanting Thing.

Revision Is Its Own Reward.

War Is Pillage Versus Resistance And If Illusions Of Magnitude Could Be Transmuted Into Ideals Of Magnanimity, Peace Might Be Realized.

To Wear The Arctic Fox You Have To Kill It.

The Hands Are The Heart's Messengers.

The Small Tuft Of Fronds Or Katydid Legs Above Each Eye, Still Numbering The Units In Each Group; The Shadbones Regularly Set About The Mouth, To Droop Or Rise