An Ugly Voice Repels Me Where An

A Great Many Men Are Mad, And No One Knows It. They Do Not Know It Themselves

I Do Not Argue With Obstinate Men. I Act In Spite Of Them.

Writers Are Diffident Creatures -- They Need Encouragement.

There Are Some People Who Don't Conform To The Signals. An Ordinary Well-regulated Locomotive Slows Down Or Pulls Up When It Sees The Red Light Hoisted Against It. Perhaps I Was Born Color Blind. When I See The Red Signal -- I Can't Help Forging Ahead. And In The End, You Know, That Spells Disaster.

Time Is The Best Killer.