If He Has A Conscience He Will

Shower On Him Every Blessing, Drown Him In A Sea Of Happiness, Give Him Economic Prosperity Such That He Should Have Nothing Else To Do But Sleep, Eat Cakes, And Busy Himself With The Continuation Of The Species, And Even Then, Out Of Sheer Ingratitude, Sheer Spite, Man Would Play You Some Nasty Trick.

In Summer, Intolerable Closeness; In Winter, Unendurable Cold. All The Floors Were Rotten. Filth On The Floors An Inch Thick; One Could Slip And Fall.

The World Stands On Absurdities, And Without Them Perhaps Nothing At All Would Happen.

I Am Too Young And I've Loved You Too Much.

Russia Was A Slave In Europe But Would Be A Master In Asia.