The Same Dish Cooked Over And Over

To Have Slaved So Many Years For Nothing!

Autumn Is The Harvest Of Greedy Death.

Nature Confesses That She Has Bestowed On The Human Race Hearts Of Softest Mould, In That She Has Given Us Tears.

Nature, In Giving Tears To Man, Confessed That He Had A Tender Heart; This Is Our Noblest Quality.

Many Have An Irresistible Itch For Writing.