No Emergency Excuses You From Exercising Tolerance.

... The Ears Of The Hunted Grow Even Keener Than A Hunter's.

I Am Never At Picnics. The Ground Was Not Meant To Be Sat Upon In Its Raw State, I Feel Sure, And I Prefer My Food Without Either Caterpillars Or Drafts!

A Blossom Must Break The Sheath It Has Been Sheltered By.

Neither Saints Nor Angels Have Ever Increased My Faith In This Enigma Life; But What Are Called 'common Men And Women' Have Increased It.

It Is A Very Dangerous Thing To Have An Idea That You Will Not Practice.