Grief Should Be The Instructor Of The

Oh, Nature's Noblest Gift, My Grey Goose Quill, Slave Of My Thoughts, Obedient To My Will, Torn From The Parent Bird To Form A Pen, That Mighty Instrument Of Little Men.

Man Is In Part Divine, A Troubled Stream From A Pure Source.

Send Me No More Reviews Of Any Kind. I Will Read No More Of Evil Or Good In That Line. Walter Scott Has Not Read A Review Of Himself For Thirteen Years .

A Celebrity Is One Who Is Known To Many Persons He Is Glad He Doesn't Know.

The Art Of Angling, The Cruelest, The Coldest And The Stupidest Of Pretended Sports.