A Man That's Fond Precociously Of Stirring

A Moment's Thinking Is An Hour In Words.

No Shade, No Shine, No Butterflies, No Bees, No Fruits, No Flowers, No Leaves, No Birds - November!

The Biggest Bore Of All Is He Who Is Overflowing With Congratulations

With Fingers Weary And Worn, With Eyelids Heavy And Red, A Woman Sat In Unwomanly Rags, Plying Her Needle And Thread.

To Attempt To Advise Conceited People Is Like Whistling Against The Wind.