We All Have Some Taste Or Other,

In The Indications Of Female Poverty There Can Be No Disguise. No Woman Dresses Below Herself From Caprice.

I Have Had Playmates, I Have Had Companions; In My Days Of Childhood, In My Joyful School Days - All, All Are Gone, The Old Familiar Faces.

Here Cometh April Again, And As Far As I Can See The World Hath More Fools In It Than Ever.

His Voice Was The Most Obnoxious Squeak I Ever Was Tormented With.

Every Commonplace Or Trite Observation Is Not A Truism.