We fill the slaughterhouses daily with screams of fear and pain.

Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.

Make up your mind to be happy.

There is no foreign land; it is the traveller only that is foreign.

Jealousy is the most radical primeval and naked form of admiration in war paint, so to speak.

Our affections and beliefs are wiser than we; the best that is in us is better than we can understand; for it is grounded beyond experience, and guides us, blindfold but safe, from one age on to another.

Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at the top of all sits Probably Arboreal.