So, Blind To Someone I Must Be.

What A Haunting, Inescapable Riddle Life Was.

God Has Mercifully Ordered That The Human Brain Works Slowly; First The Blow, Hours Afterwards The Bruise.

Poor Tired Tim! It's Sad For Him He Lags The Long Bright Morning Through, Ever So Tired Of Nothing To Do.

Dobbin At Manger Pulls His Hay: Gone Is Another Summer's Day.

Once A Man Strays Out Of The Common Herd, He's More Likely To Meet Wolves In The Thickets Than Angels.