Puns Are The Droppings Of Soaring Wits.

I'm Not In The World To Guard My Own Life, But To Guard Souls

Where The Telescope Ends The Microscope Begins, And Which Has The Wider Vision?

It Is Often Our Best Friends Who Throw Us Down.

What I Feel For You Seems Less Of Earth And More Of A Cloudless Heaven.

Not Ill? No Truly, I Am Young, Healthful, And Strong; The Blood Flows Freely In My Veins; My Limbs Obey My Will; I Am Robust In Mind And Body, Constituted For A Long Life. Yes, All This Is True; And Yet, Nevertheless, I Have An Illness, A Fatal Illness,-an Illness Given By The Hand Of Man!