More Men Are Killed By Overwork Than

Sing, For Faith And Hope Are High- None So True As You And I- Sing The Lovers' Litany: "love Like Ours Can Never Die!"

I Have My Own Matches And Sulphur, And I'll Make My Own Hell.

Not Only Do Words Infect, Egotize, Narcotize, And Paralyze, But They Enter Into And Colour The Minutest Cells Of The Brain. . . .

We Had A Kettle; We Let It Leak: Our Not Repairing Made It Worse. We Haven't Had Any Tea For A Week... The Bottom Is Out Of The Universe.

What Stands If Freedom Fail? What Dies Of England Live?