I Think Its A Sickness To Grieve

Certainly On The Vast Windy Plain, There Was Plenty Of Nothing To Be Looked At.

Mystery Is Underrated, And Understanding Is Overrated.

Nobody Run Off With Her,” Roscoe Said. "she Just Run Off With Herself, I Guess.

I Hate Rude Behavior In A Man,' He Explained In His Quiet, Unassuming Drawl. 'i Won't Tolerate It.' He Politely Tipped His Hat, And Rode Away.

Occasionally The Very Youngness Of The Young Moved Him To Charity--they Had No Sense Of The Swiftness Of Life, Nor Of Its Limits. The Years Would Pass Like Weeks, And Loves Would Pass Too, Or Else Grow Sour.