One's First Book, Kiss, Home Run Is

A Good Memory Is One Trained To Forget The Trivial.

Being A Child Is In Itself A Profession.

Mr. Faulkner, Of Course, Is Interested In Making Your Mind Rather Than Your Flesh Creep.

The Adjective Is The Banana Peel Of The Parts Of Speech.

A Bottle Of Wine Begs To Be Shared; I Have Never Met A Miserly Wine Lover. The Social Emotions It Generates Are Equidistant From The Philatelist's Solitary Gloating And The Football Fan's Gregarious Hysteria.