Every Good Story Is Of Course Both

A Tradition Is Kept Alive Only By Something Being Added To It.

His Kiss Was Like White Lightning, A Flash That Spread, And Spread Again, And Stayed.

...he Had Long Decided That Abundant Laughter Should Be The Embellishment Of The Remainder Of His Days.

I Intend To Judge Things For Myself; To Judge Wrongly, I Think, Is More Honorable Than Not To Judge At All.

I Would Give All I Possess To Get Out Of Myself; But Somehow, At The End, I Find Myself So Vastly More Interesting Than Nine Tenths Of The People I Meet.