The Wind Blows Out, The Bubble Dies;

Pretty Much All Law Consists In Forbidding Men To Do Something That They Want To Do.

The Preacher's Garment Is Cut According To The Pattern Of That Of The Hearers, For The Most Part.

It Is Very Grand To Die In Harness, But It Is Very Pleasant To Have The Tight Straps Unbuckled And The Heavy Collar Lifted From The Neck And Shoulders.

The Best Of A Book Is Not The Thought Which It Contains, But The Thought Which It Suggests; Just As The Charm Of Music Dwells Not In The Tones But In The Echoes Of Our Hearts.

I Have Always Sought To Guide The Future-but It Is Very Lonely Sometimes Trying To Play God.