Have But Luck, And You Will Have

A Joyous Little Creature, So Beautiful, It Was As If A Gate Of Heaven Opened As She Came In.

I Refuse The Oration Of All Churches. I Ask A Prayer Of All Souls. I Believe In God.

She Was A Lovely Blonde, With Fine Teeth. She Had Gold And Pearls For Her Dowry; But Her Gold Was On Her Head, And Her Pearls Were In Her Mouth.

Friend Is Sometimes A Word Devoid Of Meaning; Enemy, Never.

To Rove About, Musing, That Is To Say Loitering, Is, For A Philosopher, A Good Way Of Spending Time.