I Cannot Recall A More Engaging Passage

Nature, It Appears, Has Been Rather More Bountiful To Paul's Body And Purse Than To His Intellect; Above The Ears, Speaking Bluntly, The Boy Is Strictly Tapioca.

Love Is Not The Dying Moan Of A Distant Violin - It's The Triumphant Twang Of A Bedspring.

A Farm Is An Irregular Patch Of Nettles Bounded By Short-term Notes, Containing A Fool And His Wife Who Didn't Know Enough To Stay In The City.

The Dubious Privilege Of A Freelance Writer Is He’s Given The Freedom To Starve Anywhere.

Tomatoes And Squash Never Fail To Reach Maturity. You Can Spray Them With Acid, Beat Them With Sticks And Burn Them; They Love It.