The Whisky Bears A Grudge Against The

What Are We Doing Here, That Is The Question.

Lick Your Neighbor As Yourself!

In The Landscape Of Extinction, Precision Is Next To Godliness.

The Short Winter’s Day Was Drawing To A Close. It Seems To Me Sometimes That These Are The Only Days I Have Ever Known, And Especially That Most Charming Moment Of All, Just Before Night Wipes Them Out.

There Is At Least This To Be Said For Mind, That It Can Dispel Mind.