There Is A Glorious Candor

Ideas Came With Explosive Immediacy, Like An Instant Birth. Human Thought Is Like A Monstrous Pendulum; It Keeps Swinging From One Extreme To The Other.

Some Statesmen Go To Congress And Some Go To Jail. It Is The Same Thing, After All.

How Gracious Those Dews Of Solace That Over My Senses Fall At The Clink Of The Ice In The Pitcher The Boy Brings Up The Hall.

Mr. Clarke Played The King All Evening As Though Under Constant Fear That Someone Else Was About To Play The Ace.

Have You An Unexpurgated Copy Of Hannah More's 'letters To A Village Maiden'?