In Baiting A Mousetrap With Cheese, Always

Great Socialist Statesmen Aren't Made, They're Still-born.

You Evidently Feel That Brevity Is The Soul Of Widowhood.

The Man Is A Common Murderer. A Common Murderer, Possible, But A Very Uncommon Cook.

The Young Have Aspirations That Never Come To Pass, The Old Have Reminiscences Of What Never Happened.

Confront A Child, A Puppy, And A Kitten With A Sudden Danger; The Child Will Turn Instinctively For Assistance, The Puppy Will Grovel In Abject Submission, The Kitten Will Brace Its Tiny Body For A Frantic Resistance.