Having contemplated this admirable grove I proceeded towards the shrubberies on the banks of the river and though it was now late in December the aromatic groves appeared in full bloom.

Money changes all the iron rules into rubber bands.

A pencil and rubber are of more use to thought than a battalion of assistants. To happiness the same applies as to truth: one does not have it but is in it.

With their souls of patent leather they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal where they breathe they impose silence of dark rubber and fear of fine sand.

Well... I had braces and I had to wear headgear! I loved my braces actually. For me they were like a piece of jewelry! Instead of the silver or pewter I had gold braces. It was so much fun I loved them. I got to change the colors and stuff and I had the rubber bands.