I Believe That An Author Who Cannot

When One Kicks Over A Tea Table And Smashes Everything But The Sugar Bowl, One May As Well Pick That Up And Drop It On The Bricks, Don't You Think?

One Policeman May Be A Friend, But Two Are The Law.

Infatuation Is One Of Those Slightly Comic Illnesses Which Are At Once So Undignified And So Painful That A Nice-minded World Does Its Best To Ignore Their Existence Altogether, Referring To Them Only Under Provocation And Then With Apology, But, Like Its More Material Brother, This Boil On The Neck Of The Spirit Can Hardly Be Forgotten Either By The Sufferer Or Anyone Else In His Vicinity. The Malady Is Ludicrous, Sad, Excruciating And, Above All, Instantly Diagnosable.

It Was A Little Skirmish Across A Century.

The Old Fellow Seemed To Spot Deceit As If It Reeked Like A Goat.