Down to Gehenna or up to the throne, He travels the fastest who travel alone.

Follow the Romany Patteran Sheer to the Austral light, Where the bosom of God is the wild west wind, Sweeping the sea floors white.

God help us for we knew the worst too young.

I always try to believe the best of everybody -it saves so much trouble.

These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began-
Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.

We had a kettle; we let it leak:
Our not repairing made it worse.
We haven't had any tea for a week...
The bottom is out of the Universe.