Chance Is But The Pseudonym Of God

Nature Is A Wary Wily Long-breathed Old Witch, Tough-lived As A Turtle And Divisible As The Polyp, Repullulative In A Thousand Snips And Cuttings, Integra Et In Toto! She Is Sure To Get The Better Of Lady Mind In The Long Run, And To Take Her Revenge Too Transforms Our To Day Into A Canvass Dead-colored To Receive The Dull Featureless Portait Of Yesterday.

Alas! They Had Been Friends In Youth; But Whispering Tongues Can Poison Truth.

Poor Little Foal Of An Oppressed Race! I Love The Languid Patience Of Thy Face.

Imagination That Compares And Contrasts With What Is Around As Well As What Is Better And Worse Is The Living Power And Prime Agent Of All Human Perception Judgement And Emotional Reaction.

The More Sparingly We Make Use Of Nonsense, The Better.