Do All The Good You Can And

She's The Sort Of Woman Now,' Said Mould, . . . 'one Would Almost Feel Disposed To Bury For Nothing: And Do It Neatly, Too!

'mind And Matter,' Said The Lady In The Wig, 'glide Swift Into The Vortex If Immensity. Howls The Sublime, And Softly Sleeps The Calm Ideal, In The Whispering Chambers Of Imagination.'

Joe Gave Me Some More Gravy.

Subdue Your Appetites, My Dears, And You've Conquered Human Nature .

Change Begets Change. Nothing Propagates So Fast.