To Write Well It Is First Necessary

In Ancient Times They Had No Statistics So They Had To Fall Back On Lies.

How Strange It Is, Our Little Procession Of Life! The Child Says, "when I Am A Big Boy." But What Is That? The Big Boy Says, "when I Grow Up." And Then, Grown Up, He Says, "when I Get Married." But To Be Married, What Is That After All? The Thought Changes To "when I'm Able To Retire." And Then, When Retirement Comes, He Looks Back Over The Landscape Traversed; A Cold Wind Seems To Sweep Over It; Somehow He Has Missed It All, And It Is Gone.

In Point Of Morals, The Average Woman Is, Even For Business, Too Crooked.

When Actors Begin To Think, It's Time For A Change. They Are Not Fitted For It.

The Road Comes To An End Just When It Ought To Be Getting Somewhere. The Passengers Alight, Shaken And Weary, To Begin, All Over Again, Something Else.