The Good Rain, Like A Bad Preacher,

Nothing Great Ever Happened Without Enthusiasm.

To Live The Greatest Number Of Good Hours Is Wisdom.

Four Snakes Gliding Up And Down A Hollow For No Purpose That I Could See - Not To Eat, Not For Love, But Only Gliding.

Everything Is Made Of One Hidden Stuff.

Great Country, Diminutive Minds. America Is Formless, Has No Terrible And No Beautiful Condensation.