Grain By Grain, A Loaf. Stone Upon

The Buried Truth Germinates And Breaks Through To The Light.

Our Necessities Are Few, But Our Wants Are Endless.

My Mother Married A Very Good Man ... And She Is Not At All Keen On My Doing The Same.

The World Is Populated In The Main By People Who Should Not Exist

All Progress Is Due To The Unreasonable Person.