One's Religion Is Whatever He Is Most

He Was A Little Boy, And She Was Grown Up. She Huddled By The Fire Not Daring To Move, Helpless And Guilty, A Big Woman.

Times Have Changed Since A Certain Author Was Executed For Murdering His Publisher. They Say That When The Author Was On The Scaffold He Said Good-bye To The Minister And To The Reporters, And Then He Saw Some Publishers Sitting In The Front Row Below, And To Them He Did Not Say Good-bye. He Said Instead, "i'll See You Again."

His Lordship May Compel Us To Be Equal Upstairs, But There Will Never Be Equality In The Servants' Hall.

Always Be Kinder Than Necessary.

Men's Second Childhood Begins When A Woman Gets A Hold Of Him.