There Is A Soul-jealousy That Can Be

Indeed, I Cannot Think Why The Whole Bed Of The Ocean Is Not One Solid Mass Of Oysters, So Prolific The Creatures Seem. Ah, I Am Wandering! Strange How The Brain Controls The Brain! What Was I Saying, Watson?

It Is Fortunate For This Community That I Am Not A Criminal.

The Mighty Voice Of Canada Will Ever Call To Me.

When The Spirits Are Low, When The Day Appears Dark, When Work Becomes Monotonous, When Hope Hardly Seems Worth Having, Just Mount A Bicycle And Go Out For A Spin Down The Road, Without Thought On Anything But The Ride You Are Taking.

I Am Not The Law, But I Represent Justice So Far As My Feeble Powers Go.