In War, One Cannot Say What One

Everybody Is Friends When Things Are Bad Enough.

A Girl Came In The Cafe And Sat By Herself At A Table Near The Window. She Was Very Pretty With A Face Fresh As A Newly Minted Coin If They Minted Coins In Smooth Flesh With Rain-freshened Skin, And Her Hair Black As A Crow's Wing And Cut Sharply And Diagonally Across Her Cheek.

Where A Man Feels At Home, Outside Of Where He’s Born, Is Where He’s Meant To Go.

How Did We Go Bankrupt? Two Ways. Slowly, And Then All Of A Sudden.

As Long As You Can Start, You Are All Right. The Juice Will Come.