I was always on my oddy knocky.
Senseless violence is a prerogative of youth, which has much energy but little talent for the constructive.
Blessed tree and blessed birds, that were to be neither saved nor damned.
Life is a wretched gray Saturday, but it has to be lived through.
Bath twice a day to be really clean, once a day to be passably clean, once a week to avoid being a public menace.
But where I itty now, O my brothers, is all on my oddy knocky, where you cannot go. Tomorrow is all like sweet flowers and the turning vonny earth and the stars and the old Luna up there. ... And all that cal.