The Microbe Is So Very

I Said To Heart, "how Goes It?" Heart Replied: "right As A Ribstone Pippin!" But It Lied.

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

We Cannot Make Owners By Merely Giving Men Something To Own. And, I Repeat, Whether There Be Sufficient Desire For Property Left Upon Which We Can Work, Only Experience Can Decide.

For Every Time She Shouted "fire!" They Only Answered "little Liar!" And Therefore When Her Aunt Returned, Matilda, And The House, Were Burned.

Statistics Are The Triumph Of The Quantitative Method, And The Quantitative Method Is The Victory Of Sterility And Death.