We Do Not Write As We Want,

A State Of Reverie Does Not Avoid Reality, It Accedes To Reality.

Perfection Has One Grave Defect: It Is Apt To Be Dull.

A Bird In The Hand Was Worth Two In The Bush, He Told Her, To Which She Retorted That A Proverb Was The Last Refuge Of The Mentally Destitute.

From Old Habit, Unconsciously He Thanked God That He No Longer Believed In Him.

The Trouble With Young Writers Is That They Are All In Their Sixties.