When I Pitched Headforemost Into The World

There Is No Single Face In Nature, Because Every Eye That Looks Upon It, Sees It From Its Own Angle. So Every Man's Spice-box Seasons His Own Food.

Gods Always Love The People Who Make 'em.

God Took Pattern After A Pine Tree And Built You Noble.

You Got To Go There To Know There.

Her Old Thoughts Were Going To Come In Handy Now, But New Words Would Have To Be Made And Said To Fit Them.