Boy, Why Are You Crying?

The Reason Birds Can Fly And We Can't Is Simply That They Have Perfect Faith, For To Have Faith Is To Have Wings.

We Should Be Slower To Think That The Man At His Worst Is The Real Man, And Certain That The Better We Are Ourselves The Less Likely Is He To Be At His Worst In Our Company. Every Time He Talks Away His Own Character Before Us He Is Signifying Contempt For Ours.

A House Is Never Still In Darkness To Those Who Listen Intently; There Is A Whispering In Distant Chambers, An Unearthly Hand Presses The Snib Of The Window, The Latch Rises. Ghosts Were Created When The First Man Awoke In The Night.

What Is Algebra Exactly; Is It Those Three-cornered Things?

All Are Keeping A Sharp Look-out In Front, But None Suspects That The Danger May Be Creeping Up From Behind.