As Long As We Are

The Great Art Of Writing Is Knowing When To Stop.

Everyone Who Does The Best He Can Is A Hero.

It Is Not All Bad, This Getting Old, Ripening. After The Fruit Has Got Its Growth It Should Juice Up And Mellow. God Forbid I Should Live Long Enough To Ferment And Rot And Fall To The Ground In A Squash.

A Witty Writer Is Like A Porcupine; His Quill Makes No Distinction Between Friend And Foe.

It Iz Comparitively Eazy Tew Repent Ov The Sins That We Hav Committed, But Tew Repent Ov Thoze Which We Intend To Commit, Is Asking Tew Mutch Ov Enny Man, Now Days.