The Hands Are The Heart's Messengers.

As For Butterflies, I Can Hardly Conceive Of One's Attending Upon You; But To Question The Congruence Of The Complement Is Vain, If It Exists.

We Are Suffering From Too Much Sarcasm.

The Cynics In Life Are The People Who Are Always Trying To Do Things For People Who Don't Want Things Done For Them.

To Wear The Arctic Fox You Have To Kill It.

Poetry Is A Peerless Proficiency Of The Imagination.