Psychology, Which Explains Everything, Explains

Psychology, Which Explains Everything, Explains Nothing, And We Are Still In Doubt.

The Irish Say Your Trouble Is Their Trouble And Your Joy Their Joy? I Wish I Could Believe It; I Am Troubled, I'm Dissatisfied, I'm Irish.

We Prove, We Do Not Explain, Our Birth.

The Hands Are The Heart's Messengers.

If We Can't Be Cordial To These Creatures' Fleece, I Think That We Deserve To Freeze.