Never Be A Pioneer. It's The Early

Children With Hyacinth's Temperament Don't Know Better As They Grow Older; They Merely Know More.

There Was Something Alike Terrifying And Piteous In The Spectacle Of These Frail Old Morsels Of Humanity Consecrating Their Last Flickering Energies To The Task Of Making Each Other Wretched. Hatred Seemed To Be The One Faculty Which Had Survived In Undiminished Vigor Where All Else Was Dropping Into Ordered And Symmetrical Decay.

Mother, May I Go And Maffick, Tear Around And Hinder Traffic?

It Occurred To Me That I Would Like To Be A Poet. The Chief Qualification, I Understand Is That You Must Be Born. Well, I Hunted Up My Birth Certificate, And Found That I Was All Right On That Score.

No One Can Be An Unbeliever Nowadays. The Christian Apologists Have Left One Nothing To Disbelieve.