He Worked Like Hell In The Country

It Takes All Sorts Of People To Make The Underworld.

I Get Up In The Morning With An Idea For A Three-volume Novel And By Nightfall It's A Paragraph In My Column.

I Once Heard The Survivors Of A Colony Of Ants That Had Been Partially Obliterated By A Cow's Foot Seriously Debating The Intention Of The Gods Towards Their Civilization.

The Art Of Newspaper Paragraphing Is To Stroke A Platitude Until It Purrs Like An Epigram.

There Was Once A Hindu Sage, Who Sat Down On The Banks Of The Ganges And Thought For Seventy Years About The Millennium. Just As He Arrived At The Solution And Was Putting It Into Verse, A Mosquito Stung Him And He Forgot It Again At Once.