A Man Is Known By

A Rolling Stone Gathers No Moss, But It Gains A Certain Polish.

I Sometimes Think The Pussy-willows Grey Are Angel Kittens Who Have Lost Their Way, And Every Bulrush On The River Bank A Cat-tail From Some Lovely Cat Astray.

Modesty: The Gentle Art Of Enhancing Your Charm By Pretending Not To Be Aware Of It.

If Some People Got Their Rights They Would Complain Of Being Deprived Of Their Wrongs.

I Heard A Bird Sing In The Dark Of December A Magical Thing And Sweet To Remember. 'we Are Nearer To Spring Than We Were In September,' I Heard A Bird Sing In The Dark Of December.