Am I Alive And A Reality, Or

I Could Write Stories Just As Rotten.

We Are, All Of Us, Creatures Of Habit, And When The Seeeming Necessity For Schooling Ourselves In New Ways Ceases To Exist, We Fall Naturally And Easily Into The Manner And Customs Which Long Usage Has Implanted Ineradicably Within Us.

The Time Has Arrived When Patience Becomes A Crime And Mayhem Appears Garbed In A Manner Of Virtue

I Have Ever Been Prone To Seek Adventure And To Investigate And Experiment Where Wiser Men Would Have Left Well Enough Alone.

The More One Listens To Ordinary Conversations The More Apparent It Becomes That The Reasoning Faculties Of The Brain Take Little Part In The Direction Of The Vocal Organs.