I Love You As New Englanders Love

Persian Pussy From Over The Sea Demure And Lazy And Smug And Fat None Of Your Ribbons And Bells For Me Ours Is The Zest Of The Alley Cat

As The Skull Of The Man Grows Broader, So Do His Creeds. And His Gods They Are Shaped In His Image And Mirror His Needs. And He Clothes Them With Thunders And Beauty, He Clothes Them With Music And Fire, Seeing Not, As He Bows By Their Altars, That He Worships His Own Desire.

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

A Sequel Is An Admission That You've Been Reduced To Imitating Yourself.

It Is A Cheering Thought To Think That God Is On The Side Of The Best Digestion.