Money Was The Manure Of Politics.

Cats Always Pick The Laps Of The People Who Don't Like Them.

Spring Is Always Cruel, With Its False Promise Of Resurrection.

I've Been Reading Ghost Stories Ever Since I Could Read. I'm Immensely Curious About Ghosts And Ufos And All That Stuff, But I'm A Very Hard-headed Person.

The Opportunity To Lecture Had Restored My Good Humor.

I Don't Think She Realized How Much She Cared For Him, Or He For Her, Until The End. Hasn't Someone Said A Woman May Be Known By The Men Who Love Her Enough To Die For Her? (if They Haven't, I Claim The Credit Myself.)