I Have No Gift Of

Lord God Of Hosts, Be With Us Yet, Lest We Forget--lest We Forget!

Bite On The Bullet, Old Man, And Don't Let Them Think You're Afraid.

Funny How The New Things Are The Old Things.

The American Has No Language, He Has A Dialect, Slang, Provincialism, Accent And So Forth

Literature Is A Splendid Mistress, But A Bad Wife.