Joy Makes Us Giddy, Dizzy.

The Superstition In Which We Grew Up, Though We May Recognize It, Does Not Lose Its Power Over Us.-not All Are Free Who Make Mock Of Their Chains.

The Most Agreeable Of All Companions Is A Simple, Frank Man, Without Any High Pretensions To An Oppressive Greatness; One Who Loves Life, And Understands The Use Of It; Obliging Alike At All Hours; Above All, Of A Golden Temper And Steadfast As An Anchor. For Such An One We Gladly Exchange The Greatest Genius, The Most Brilliant Wit, The Profoundest Thinker.

Joy Makes Us Giddy, Dizzy.

Let The Devil Catch You But By A Single Hair, And You Are His Forever.

Nothing Under The Sun Is Ever Accidental.