Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere. Give us courage and gaiety, and the quiet mind. Spare to us our friends, soften to us our enemies. Bless us, if it may be, in all our innocent endeavours. If it may not, give us the strength to encounter that which is to come, that we may be brave in peril, constant in tribulation, temparate in wrath, and in all changes of fortune, and down to the gates of death, loyal and loving to one another.

The friendly cow, all red and white, I love with all my heart; She gives me cream with all her might, To eat with apple-tart.

I wish these flies would piss off.

The truth that is suppressed by friends is the readiest weapon of the enemy.

There is no progress whatever. Everything is just the same as it was thousands, and tens of thousands, of years ago. The outward form changes. The essence does not change.

It is a golden maxim to cultivate the garden for the nose, and the eyes will take care of themselves.

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.