I Am A Retiring, Silent, Unsociable, And

So Eager Are Our People To Obliterate The Present.

I Like To Make Use Of What I Know

For We Are Like Tree Trunks In The Snow. In Appearance They Lie Smoothly And A Little Push Should Be Enough To Set Them Rolling. No, It Can't Be Done, For They Are Firmly Wedded To The Ground. But See, Even That Is Only Appearance.

God Gives The Nuts, But He Does Not Crack Them.

My 'fear' Is My Substance, And Probably The Best Part Of Me.