If You Try And Take A Cat

I Say What It Occurs To Me To Say When I Think I Hear People Say Things. More I Cannot Say.

The Bird That Would Soar Above The Plain Of Tradition And Prejudice Must Have Strong Wings.

He Felt Like An Old Sponge Steeped In Paraffin And Left In The Sun To Dry.

I'd Take The Awe Of Understanding Over The Awe Of Ignorance Any Day.

The Light Works," He Said, Indicating The Window, "the Gravity Works," He Said, Dropping A Pencil On The Floor. "anything Else We Have To Take Our Chances With.