Never Have Ideas About Children, And Never

Some Hams Hanging In The Kitchen Were Taken Out For Burial

Mrs Weaver Nosed Among The Books, Too Dim-witted To Grasp That They Were In Alphabetical Order.

We Control Matter Because We Control The Mind. Reality Is Inside The Skull.

The Creatures Outside Looked From Pig To Man, And From Man To Pig, And From Pig To Man Again; But Already It Was Impossible To Say Which Was Which.

There Is No Test Of Literary Merit Except Survival, Which Is Itself An Index To Majority Opinion.