His Voice Was The Most Obnoxious Squeak

Separate From The Pleasure Of Your Company, I Don't Much Care If I Never See Another Mountain In My Life.

The Teller Of A Mirthful Tale Has Latitude Allowed Him. We Are Content With Less Than Absolute Truth.

As Half In Shade And Half In Sun This World Along Its Path Advances, May That Side The Sun 's Upon Be All That E'er Shall Meet Thy Glances!

Can We Ring The Bells Backward? Can We Unlearn The Arts That Pretend To Civilize, And Then Burn The World? There Is A March Of Science; But Who Shall Beat The Drums For Its Retreat?

Reader, If You Are Gifted With Nerves Like Mine, Aspire To Any Character But That Of A Wit.