A Dead Tree, Falling, Made Less Havoc

Garlic, Like Perfume, Must Be Used With Discretion And On The Proper Occasions.

Now He Understood. This Was Death. Death Was A Silence That Gave Back No Answer.

I Do Not Understand How Anyone Can Live Without Some Small Place Of Enchantment To Turn To.

You Can't Change A Man, No-ways. By The Time His Mummy Turns Him Loose And He Takes Up With Some Innocent Woman And Marries Her, He's What He Is.

It Seems To Me That The Earth May Be Borrowed But Not Bought. It May Be Used But Not Owned. We Are Tenants, Not Possessors, Lovers And Not Masters.