His Voice Was The Most Obnoxious Squeak

Oh For A Tongue To Curse The Slave Whose Treason, Like A Deadly Blight, Comes O'er The Councils Of The Brave, And Blasts Them In Their Hour Of Might!

We Encourage One Another In Mediocrity.

Cards Are War, In Disguise Of A Sport.

To Pile Up Honey Upon Sugar, And Sugar Upon Honey, To An Interminable Tedious Sweetness.

Anything Awful Makes Me Laugh. I Misbehaved Once At A Funeral.