It Is A Hell Of A Thing

I Thought That All Generations Were Lost By Something And Always Had Been And Always Would Be

Only One Marriage I Regret. I Remember After I Got That Marriage License I Went Across From The License Bureau To A Bar For A Drink. The Bartender Said, "what Will You Have, Sir?" And I Said, "a Glass Of Hemlock."

The Writer's Job Is Not To Judge, But To Seek To Understand.

A Girl Came In The Cafe And Sat By Herself At A Table Near The Window. She Was Very Pretty With A Face Fresh As A Newly Minted Coin If They Minted Coins In Smooth Flesh With Rain-freshened Skin, And Her Hair Black As A Crow's Wing And Cut Sharply And Diagonally Across Her Cheek.

There Is A Great Inertia About All Military Operations Of Any Size. But Once This Inertia Has Been Overcome And Underway They Are Almost As Hard To Arrest As To Initiate.