I Could Write Stories Just

Were There No Desire There Would Be No Virtue, And Because One Man Desires What Another Does Not, Who Shall Say Whether The Child Of His Desire Be Vice Or Virtue?

It Never Seems To Occur To Some People, That, Like Beauty, A Sense Of Humor May Sometimes Be Fatal.

I Had This Story From One Who Had No Business To Tell It To Me, Or To Any Other. I May Credit The Seductive Influence Of An Old Vintage Upon The Narrator For The Beginning Of It, And My Own Skeptical Incredulity During The Days That Followed For The Balance Of The Strange Tale.

Golf Is A Mental Disorder.

Clothes Therefore, Must Be The Insignia Of The Superiority Of Man Over All Other Animals, For Surely There Could Be No Other Reason For Wearing The Hideous Things