A Quiet Well-behaved Boy Is Likely To

Profusion Gives Pleasure Up To A Point; Then We Become Squeamish.

The Horse Stares At Its Captor, Barely Remembering The Free Kicks Of Youth.

The Trouble With The Young People Today Is That It Is They Who Are Young.

I Win On My Merits; My Opponents Win By Cheating.

I'm Being Treated Like A Sex Object, Cried The Lady. No Matter. I Will Take Care Of It, Said Time Soothingly.