The Lemonade Is Weak, Like Your Soul.

The Universe Is A Thought Of God.

The Mind Is The Eyesight Of The Soul.

What Reason, Like The Careful Ant, Draws Laboriously Together, The Wind Of Accident Sometimes Collects In A Moment.

A Deep Meaning Often Lies In Old Customs.

Measure Not By The Scale Of Perfection The Meager Product Of Reality.