A bit of talcum Is always walcum.
All husbands are alike, but they have different faces so you can tell them apart.
I believe that people believe what they believe they believe.
Do you think my mind is maturing late, or simply rotted early?
Ten years ago she split the air To seize what she could spy Tonight she bumps against a chair, Betrayed by milky eye. She seems to pant, Time up, time up! My little dog must die, And lie in dust with Hector's pup; I So, presently, must I.
I do not like to get the news, because there has never been an era when so many things were going so right for so many of the wrong persons.