Where They Do Agree On The Stage,

There's Only One Truth About War: People Die.

A Practitioner In Panegyric, Or, To Speak More Plainly, A Professor Of The Art Of Puffing.

Men Seldom Think Deeply On Subjects In Which They Have No Choice Of Opinion: They Are Fearful Of Encountering Obstacles To Their Faith--as In Religion--and So Are Content With The Surface.

Nay, But Jack, Such Eyes! Such Eyes! So Innocently Wild! So Bashfully Irresolute! Not A Glance But Speaks And Kindles Some Thought Of Love! Then, Jack, Her Cheeks! Her Cheeks, Jack! So Deeply Blushing At The Insinuations Of Her Tell-tale Eyes! Then, Jack, Her Lips! O, Jack, Lips Smiling At Their Own Discretion! And, If Not Smiling, More Sweetly Pouting - More Lovely In Sullenness! Then, Jack, Her Neck! O, Jack, Jack!

Good Reading Makes For Damn Hard Writing.