And Anything Worth Dying For

I Am Miracle Ingredient Z-247. I'm Immense. I'm A Real, Slam-bang, Honest-to-goodness, Three-fisted Humdinger. I'm A Bona Fide Supraman.

In Short, Clevinger Was One Of Those People With Lots Of Intelligence And No Brains, And Everyone Knew It Except Those Who Soon Found It Out.

All Through The Night, Men Looked At The Sky And Were Saddened By The Stars.

Everything Passes. (that's What Makes It Endurable.)

He Knew Everything About Literature Except How To Enjoy It.