Talking Death Seriously Is One Of The

Here Was A Place Where Real Things Were Going On. Here Was A Scene Of Vital Action. Here Was A Place Where Anything Might Happen. Here Was A Place Where Something Would Certainly Happen. Here I Might Leave My Bones.

Nancy, If I Were Your Husband I'd Drink It.

Nature Will Not Be Admired By Proxy.

At One Side Of The Palette There Is White, At The Other Black; And Neither Is Ever Used Neat.

There Is No Greater Mistake Than To Suppose That Platitudes, Smooth Words, Timid Policies, Offer Today A Path To Safety.