My Own Curiosity And Interest Are Insatiable.

Thou Two-faced Year, Mother Of Change And Fate...

No Man Had Ever Heard A Nightingale, When Once A Keen-eyed Naturalist Was Stirred To Study And Define -- What Is A Bird.

Naught Is Too Small And Soft To Turn And Sting.

I Am Never Going To Write For The Sake Of Writing.

The Little And The Great Are Joined In One By God's Great Force. The Wondrous Golden Sun Is Linked Unto The Glow-worm's Tiny Spark; The Eagle Soars To Heaven In His Flight; And In Those Realms Of Space, All Bathed In Light, Soar None Except The Eagle And The Lark.