It Is Not Without Good Reason, That

What A Wonderful Thing It Is That Drop Of Seed, From Which We Are Produced, Bears In Itself The Impressions, Not Only Of The Bodily Shape, But Of The Thoughts And Inclinations Of Our Fathers!

We Judge A Horse Not Only By Its Pace On A Racecourse, But Also By Its Walk, Nay, When Resting In Its Stable.

'tis The Sharpness Of Our Mind That Gives The Edge To Our Pains And Pleasures.

And To Bring In A New Word By The Head And Shoulders, They Leave Out The Old One.

When I Play With My Cat, Who Knows Whether She Is Not Amusing Herself With Me More Than I With Her.