We'll Just Have To Get Along. That's

Mrs. Cole Was A Perfect Democrat. She Hated All Kids Equally.

One Night When My Longing For Her Was Like A Fire Burning Out Of Control In My Heart And My Head, I Wrote Her A Letter That Just Seemed To Go On And On. I Poured Out My Whole Heart In It, Never Looking Back To See What I'd Said Because I Was Afraid Cowardice Would Make Me Stop. I Didn't Stop, And When A Voice In My Head Clamored That It Would Be Madness To Mail Such A Letter, That I Would Be Giving Her My Naked Heart To Hold In Her Hand, I Ignored It With A Child's Breathless Disregard Of The Consequences.

Symbolism Exists To Adorn And Enrich, Not To Create An Artificial Sense Of Profundity.

Fault Always Lies In The Same Place: With Him Weak Enough To Lay Blame.

No One Can Be As Intellectually Slothful As A Really Smart Person