Time Is The Only Critic.

Time Is The Only Critic.

Stealing A Man's Wife, That's Nothing, But Stealing His Car, That's Larceny.

She Was A Little Given To Rehearsing Things In Her Mind, And Having Imaginary Triumphs Over People Who Had Upset Her In One Way And Another.

You Usually Can Tell When A Writer Is Going Down Hill By The Size Of His Liquor Bill.

They Threw Me Off The Haytruck About Noon.