Tact Is After All A Kind Of

When She Walked...she Stretched Out Long And Thin Like A Little Tiger, And Held Her Head High To Look Over The Grass As If She Were Treading The Jungle.

The Mysterious Moment Of Death Proves To Be A Moment Of Waking. How One Longs To Take It For One's Self!

What's Everybody's Business Is Nobody's Business.

It Seems To Me Like Stealing, For Men And Women To Live In The World And Do Nothing To Make It Better.

Yes'm, Old Friends Is Always Best, 'less You Can Catch A New One That's Fit To Make An Old One Out Of.