I Will Omit But I Will Not

There Were Three Terrible Ages Of Childhood - Zero To 10, 10 To 20, And 20 To 30.

I Told The Good Father That If He And I Were Going In The Future To Some Wonderful Elysian Field And The Animals Were Not Going To Go Anywhere, That Was All The More Reason To Give Them A Little Better Shake In The One Life They Did Have.

I Detest Professional Anythings But Particularly Professional Writers. Most Of Them Today Are Just Garbage Collectors.

...one Of The Ways In Which Cats Show Happiness Is By Sleeping.

I've Always Had A Sneaking Fondness For Martin Van Buren. He Wrote His Autobiography, You Know, And Never Once Mentioned His Wife. Now That's What I Call A Mans Man.