He Who Gives Quickly Gives Twice /

[the] Whirlwind Fife-and-drum Of The Storm Bends The Salt Marsh Grass, Disturbs Stars In The Sky And The Star On The Steeple; It Is A Privilege To See So Much Confusion.

Which Of Us Has Not Been Stunned By The Beauty Of An Animal's Skin Or Its Flexibility In Motion?

We Are Suffering From Too Much Sarcasm.

I'm Troubled. I'm Dissatisfied. I'm Irish.

If We Can't Be Cordial To These Creatures' Fleece, I Think That We Deserve To Freeze.