To The Old, Sorrow Is Sorrow; To

Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover

A Perverted Moral Judgment Belongs To The Dogmatic System.

It's All One Web, Sir. The Prosperity Of The Country Is One Web.

A Good Horse Makes Short Miles.

Delicious Autumn! My Very Soul Is Wedded To It, And If I Were A Bird I Would Fly About The Earth Seeking The Successive Autumns.