Nature Often Seems Like An

A Great Reader Seldom Recognizes His Solitude.

The Horse Stares At Its Captor, Barely Remembering The Free Kicks Of Youth.

I Am Easy-going Right Up To The Borders Of My Self-interest.

The Banker Rubs His Nose, Thinking Of His Cat Stalking Something On The Lawn.

If Folly Disappeared, Wit Would Starve.