If Someone Angers You, They Control You.

O Sleep, O Gentle Sleep, I Thought Gratefully, Nature's Gentle Nurse.

Memories Do Not Always Behave In An Orderly Way, But Bloom, As It Were, Erratically.

Some Minds Remain Open Long Enough For The Truth Not Only To Enter But To Pass On Through By Way Of A Ready Exit Without Pausing Anywhere Along The Route.

The Record Of One's Life Must Needs Prove More Interesting To Him Who Writes It Than To Him Who Reads What Has Been Written.

His Response Was Remarkable For Its Irrelevance, If For Nothing Else.