Whoever Loveth Me, Loveth My Hound.

Lord, Give Me A Sense Of Humor So That I May Take Some Happiness From This Life And Share It With Others.

Food Is An Implement Of Magic, And Only The Most Coldhearted Rationalist Could Squeeze The Juices Of Life Out Of It And Make It Bland. In A True Sense, A Cookbook Is The Best Source Of Psychological Advice And The Kitchen The First Choice Of Room For A Therapy Of The World.

They Wonder Much To Hear That Gold, Which In Itself Is So Useless A Thing, Should Be Everywhere So Much Esteemed, That Even Men For Whom It Was Made, And By Whom It Has Its Value, Should Yet Be Thought Of Less Value Than It Is.

Howbeit, This One Thing, Son, I Assure You On My Faith, That If The Parties Will At Hands Call For Justice, Then, All Were It My Father Stood On The One Side, And The Devil On The Other, His Cause Being Good, The Devil Should Have Right.

See Me Safe Up: For In My Coming Down, I Can Shift For Myself.