You Are My Cat, And I Am

Such Are The Mass Of The Supporters Of Either Party. They Derive Their Political Opinions Originally From Some Family Tradition Or Some Fanciful Preference, But They Back Them With All The Passion Of Sportsmen. In A Vague Subconscious Way They Know It Is A Game, But They Happen To Enjoy Playing The Game.

Pale Ebenezer Thought It Wrong To Fight. But Roaring Bill, Who Killed Him, Thought It Right.

Never Could An Increase Of Comfort Or Security Be A Sufficient Good To Be Bought At The Price Of Liberty.

Of All Fatiguing, Futile, Empty Trades, The Worst, I Suppose, Is Writing About Writing.

For Every Time She Shouted "fire!" They Only Answered "little Liar!" And Therefore When Her Aunt Returned, Matilda, And The House, Were Burned.