The Man Is A Common Murderer. A

The People Of Crete Unfortunately Make More History Than They Can Consume Locally.

I Hate Babies. They're So Human.

There Is No Easy In The World Neither Hard Everything Is The Same In A Way.

The Cat Of The Slums And Alleys, Starved, Outcast, Harried, Still Keeps Amid The Prowlings Of Its Adversity The Bold, Free, Panther-tread With Which It Paced Of Yore The Temple Courts Of Thebes, Still Displays The Self-reliant Watchfulness Which Man Has Never Taught It To Lay Aside.

People Talk Vaguely About The Innocence Of A Little Child, But They Take Mighty Good Care Not To Let It Out Of Their Sight For Twenty Minutes.