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Take Of London Fog 30 Parts; Malaria 10 Parts, Gas Leaks 20 Parts, Dewdrops Gathered In A Brickyard At Sunrise 25 Parts; Odor Of Honeysuckle 15 Parts. Mix. The Mixture Will Give You An Approximate Conception Of A Nashville Drizzle.

Bride Knoweth Bride At The Glance Of An Eye. And Between Them Swiftly Passes Comfort And Meaning In A Language That Man And Widows Wot Not Of.

[a]ll Of Life, As We Know It, Moves In Little, Unavailing Circles. More Justly Than To Anything Else, It Can Be Likened To The Game Of Baseball. Crack! We Hit The Ball, And Away We Go. If We Earn A Run (in Life We Call It Success) We Get Back To The Home Plate And Sit Upon A Bench. If We Are Thrown Out, We Walk Back To The Home Plate -- And Sit Upon A Bench.

If You Can't Write A Story That Pleases Yourself, You Will Never Please The Public. But In Writing The Story Forget The Public.

Bohemia Is Nothing More Than The Little Country In Which You Do Not Live. If You Try To Obtain Citizenship In It, At Once The Court And Retinue Pack The Royal Archives And Treasure And Move Away Beyond The Hills.