The Old Fellow Seemed To Spot Deceit

The Old Fellow Seemed To Spot Deceit As If It Reeked Like A Goat.

Mourning Is Not Forgetting... It Is An Undoing. Every Minute Tie Has To Be Untied And Something Permanent And Valuable Recovered And Assimilated From The Dust.

Good Doctors Get A Mechanic's Pleasure In Making You Tick Over.

It Was A Little Skirmish Across A Century.

It Is Always Difficult To Escape From Youth; Its Hopefulness, Its Optimistic Belief In The Privileges Of Desire, Its Despair, And Its Sense Of Outrage And Injustice At Disappointment, All These Spring On A Man Inflicting Indelicate Agony When He Is No Longer Prepared.