Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace.

A mighty good sausage stuffer was spoiled when the man became a poet.

Mr. Clarke played the King all evening as though under constant fear that someone else was about to play the Ace.

I never lost a little fish - Yes, I'm free to say. It always was the biggest fish I caught, that got away.

Ideas came with explosive immediacy, like an instant birth. Human thought is like a monstrous pendulum; it keeps swinging from one extreme to the other.

Books do actually consume air and exhale perfumes.

Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.