Nobody Shoulders A Rifle In Defense Of

And Then, For An Old Man Like Me, It's Not Exactly Right,this Kind O' Playing Soldier With No Enemy In Sight.

The Only Sure Thing About Luck Is That It Will Change.

A Bird In The Hand Is A Certainty, But A Bird In The Bush May Sing.

There Is Peace In The Swamp, Though The Quiet Is Death

It Would Seem Evident, Therefore, That The Secret Of The American Short Story Was The Treatment Of Characteristic American Life, With Absolute Knowledge Of Its Peculiarities And Sympathy With Its Method.