I Would Not Creep Along The Coast

Anger Seek It Prey,-- Something To Tear With Sharp-edged Tooth And Claw, Like Not To Go Off Hungry, Leaving Love To Feast On Milk And Honeycomb At Will.

I've Never Any Pity For Conceited People, Because I Think They Carry Their Comfort About With Them.

In All Private Quarrels The Duller Nature Is Triumphant By Reason Of Dullness.

There Is Much Pain That Is Quite Noiseless; And Vibrations That Make Human Agonies Are Often A Mere Whisper In The Roar Of Hurrying Existence.

One Can Say Everything Best Over A Meal.