The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.
Eskimo: 'If I did not know about God and sin would I go to hell?' Priest: 'No not if you did not know.' Eskimo: 'Then why did you tell me?'
I have three phobias which could I mute them would make my life as slick as a sonnet but as dull as ditch water: I hate to go to bed I hate to get up and I hate to be alone.