Take My Friends And My Home -

When I’m A Duchess,” She Said To Herself (not In A Very Hopeful Tone Though), “i Won’t Have Any Pepper In My Kitchen At All. Soup Does Very Well Without. Maybe It’s Always Pepper That Makes People Hot-tempered,” She Went On, Very Much Pleased At Having Found Out A New Kind Of Rule, “and Vinegar That Makes Them Sour—and Camomile That Makes Them Bitter—and—and Barley-sugar And Such Things That Make Children Sweet-tempered. I Only Wish People Knew That; Then They Wouldn’t Be So Stingy About It, You Know—

Who Can Tell Whether The Parallelogram, Which In Our Ignorance We Have Defined And Drawn, And The Whole Of Whose Properties We Profess To Know, May Not Be All The While Panting For Exterior Angles, Sympathetic With The Interior, Or Sullenly Repining At The Fact That It Cannot Be Inscribed In A Circle?

Courtesy Is A Small Act But It Packs A Mighty Wallop.

Always Speak The Truth, Think Before You Speak, And Write It Down Afterwards.

I Said It In Hebrew—i Said It In Dutch— I Said It In German And Greek; But I Wholly Forgot (and It Vexes Me Much) That English Is What You Speak!