Joy Is The Reflex Of Terror.

A Bit Of Mould Is A Pleiad Of Flowers; A Nebula Is An Ant-hill Of Stars.

If You Don't Build Castles In The Air You Won't Build Anything On The Ground.

She Had Had Sweet Dreams, Which Possibly Arose From The Fact That Her Little Bed Was Very White.

To Be A Saint Is The Exception; To Be A Just Person Is The Rule. Err, Stumble, Commit Sin, But Be One Of The Just.

One Drop Of Wine Is Enough To Redden A Whole Glass Of Water.