It Is The Bold Man Who Every

Wide-sounding Zeus Takes Away Half A Man's Worth On The Day When Slavery Comes Upon Him.

Without Question It May Be Said Of Vancouver That Her Position, Geographically, Is Imperial To A Degree, That Her Possibilities Are Enormous, And That With But A Feeble Stretch Of The Imagination Those Possibilities Might Wisely Be Deemed Certainties.

The Fates Have Given Mankind A Patient Soul.

Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink Beer. That’s For Daddies, And Kids With Fake Ids.

The Windy Satisfaction Of The Tongue.