No Matter What We Are, And What

For When A Woman Is Left Too Much Alone, Sooner Or Later She Begins To Think; And No Man Knows What Then She May Discover.

This Morning I Deleted The Hyphen From "hell-bound" And Made It One Word; This Afternoon I Redivided It And Restored The Hyphen.

Friends: People Who Borrow My Books And Set Wet Glasses On Them.

I Shall Have More To Say When I Am Dead.

Do You Hear The Children Singing?