Then Let Us All Do What Is

Of All My Children, This Is The One That Cost Me The Worst Birth-pangs And Brought Me The Most Sorrow; And For That Reason It Is The One Most Dear To Me.

Oh Continue To Love Me, Never Misjudge The Most Faithful Heart Of Your Beloved. Ever Thine. Ever Mine. Ever Ours.

Only The Pure In Heart Can Make A Good Soup.

Only Art And Science Make Us Suspect The Existence Of Life To A Higher Level, And Maybe Also Instill Hope Thereof.

Oh You Men Who Think Or Say That I Am Malevolent, Stubborn, Or Misanthropic, How Greatly Do You Wrong Me. You Do Not Know The Secret Cause Which Makes Me Seem That Way To You. Oh How Harshly Was I Flung Back By The Doubly Sad Experience Of My Bad Hearing.