Of All Creatures That Breathe And Move

All Right, Let's Not Panic. I'll Make The Money By Selling One Of My Livers. I Can Get By With One.

The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty Thing.

All The Survivors Of The War Had Reached Their Homes And So Put The Perils Of Battle And The Sea Behind Them.

Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful, Most Pleasant, The Nearest Like Death.

Do Not Mourn The Dead With The Belly.