In Baiting A Mousetrap With Cheese, Always

Sherard Blaw, The Dramatist Who Had Discovered Himself, And Who Had Given So Ungrudgingly Of His Discovery To The World.

You Evidently Feel That Brevity Is The Soul Of Widowhood.

The Revenge Of An Elder Sister May Be Long In Coming, But, Like A South-eastern Express, It Arrives In Its Own Good Time.

On Horseback He Seemed To Require As Many Hands As A Hindu God, At Least Four For Clutching The Reins, And Two More For Patting The Horse Soothingly On The Neck.

Once A Female, Always A Female. Nature Is Not Always Infallible But She Always Abides By Her Mistakes.