I Could Call My Wandering Thoughts Together.

You Behold In Me, Stephen Said With Grim Displeasure, A Horrible Example Of Free Thought.

There Is Only One Thing That Makes Any One Athlete Better Than Another, His Heart. We All Put Our Underwear On Feet First, So We Are All Human.

Lily, The Caretaker's Daughter, Was Literally Run Off Her Feet. Hardly Had She Brought One Gentleman Into The Little Pantry Behind The Office On The Ground Floor And Helped Him Off With His Overcoat, Than The Wheezy Hall-door Bell Clanged Again And She Had To Scamper Along The Bare Hallway To Let In Another Guest. It Was Well For Her She Had Not To Attend To The Ladies Also.

O, Dread And Dire Word. Eternity! What Mind Of Man Can Understand It?

A Corpse Is Meat Gone Bad. Well And What's Cheese? Corpse Of Milk.