And Some Looked Even More Like Each

A Slavish Concern For The Composition Of Words Is The Sign Of A Bankrupt Intellect. Be Gone, Odious Wasp! You Smell Of Decayed Syllables.

Expectations Is The Place You Must Always Go To Before You Get To Where You're Going. Of Course, Some People Never Go Beyond Expectations, But My Job Is To Hurry Them Along Whether They Like It Or Not.

When He Was In School He Longed To Be Out, And When He Was Out He Longed To Be In. On The Way He Thought About Coming Home, And Coming Home He Thought About Going. Wherever He Was He Wished He Were Somewhere Else, And When He Got There He Wondered Why He'd Even Bothered.

The Way You See Things Depends A Great Deal On Where You Look At Them From.

They All Looked Very Much Like The Residents Of Any Small Valley To Which You've Never Been.