Anger Is Like Ice, And Also Quick

It Is Quiet Here And Restful And The Air Is Delicious. There Are Gardens Everywhere And Police Spies Lie In The Bushes. There Are Nightingales In Every Garden, But Police Spies Only In Mine, I Think. They Sit Under My Windows In The Darkness Of The Night And Try To Get A Glimpse Of How I Spread Sedition In Russia.

All Human Beings Have Gray Little Souls-and They All Want To Rouge Them Up.

Just Think, Reader, What Will Happen To You If The Truth Of A Mad Beast Overpowers The Sane Truth Of Man?

Many Contemporary Authors Drink More Than They Write.

It Is Quiet And Peaceful Here, The Air Is Good, There Are Numerous Gardens, And In Them Nightingales Sing And Spies Lurk Under The Bushes.