To Build May Have To Be The

Danger, If Met Head On, Can Be Nearly Halved

My Tastes Are Simple. I Like Only The Very Best.

...every Offensive Lost Its Force As It Proceeded. It Was Like Throwing A Bucket Of Water Over The Floor. It First Rushed Forward, Then Soaked Forward, And Finally Stopped Altogether Until Another Bucket Could Be Brought.

We Are All Worms. But I Believe That I Am A Glow-worm.

I Want No Criticism Of America At My Table. The Americans Criticize Themselves More Than Enough.