I Wish I Had No Heart, It

He Was Poor, Yet Always Appeared To Be Giving Something Away; A Stranger, Yet Everyone Was His Friend; No Longer Young, But As Happy-hearted As A Boy; Plain And Peculiar, Yet His Face Looked Beautiful To Many.

Simple, Sincere People Seldom Speak Much Of Their Piety; It Shows Itself In Acts Rather Than Words, And Has More Influence Than Homilies Or Protestations.

I Don't Like Favors; They Oppress And Make Me Fell Like A Slave. I'd Rather Do Everything For Myself, And Be Perfectly Independent.

I Do Like Men Who Come Out Frankly And Own That They Are Not Gods.

I Can Get On With Wild Beasts First-rate; But Men Rile Me Awfully.