Cats Always Pick The Laps Of The

A Fondness For Martyrdom, Especially Of The Verbal Variety, Is Common To The Young.

Another Dead Body. Every Year It Is The Same. Every Year, Another Dead Body.

Spring Is Always Cruel, With Its False Promise Of Resurrection.

There Is Nothing Sadder Than The Cheerful Letters Of The Dead, Expressing Hopes That Were Never Fulfilled, Ambitions That Were Never Achieved, Dreams Cut Off Before They Could Come To Fruition.

When Men Start Talking About 'honor', There Is Sure To Be Trouble Ahead.