And If You Are Not A Bird,

I Am No Man, I Am Dynamite.

A Letter Is An Unannounced Visit, The Postman The Agent Of Rude Surprises. One Ought To Reserve An Hour A Week For Receiving Letters And Afterwards Take A Bath.

When One Has A Great Deal To Put Into It A Day Has A Hundred Pockets.

The Drive Toward The Formation Of Metaphors Is The Fundamental Human Drive, Which One Cannot For A Single Instant Dispense With In Thought , For One Would Thereby Dispense With Man Himself.

Faith, Indeed, Has Up To The Present Not Been Able To Move Real Mountains, Although I Do Not Know Who Assumed That It Could. But It Can Put Mountains Where There Are None.