Write As The Wind Blows

For No One, In Our Long Decline, So Dusty, Spiteful And Divided, Had Quite Such Pleasant Friends As Mine, Or Loved Them Half As Much As I Did.

Had There Been Any Existent Vital And Energetic Institution Left In Society After The Reformation For The Use Of Small Property In Coordinated Form-that Is, In Combination, So That The Average Man's Holding Could Be Put To Useful Purpose In Company With The Holdings Of A Great Number Of Other Men Of His Own Sort, The New Evils Would Not Have Arisen.

I Am Writing A Book About The Crusades So Dull That I Can Scarcely Write It.

I Shoot The Hippopotamus With Bullets Made Of Platinum, Because If I Use The Leaden One His Hide Is Sure To Flatten Em.

How Slow The Shadow Creeps: But When 'tis Past How Fast The Shadows Fall. How Fast! How Fast!