The Past Was Erased, The Erasure Was

Windmill Or No Windmill, He Said, Life Would Go On As It Had Always Gone On--that Is, Badly.

The Enemy Of The Moment Always Represented Absolute Evil, And It Followed That Any Past Or Future Agreement With Him Was Impossible.

My Best Fishing-memory Is About Some Fish That I Never Caught.

The Most Stirring Battle-poem In English Is About A Brigade Of Cavalry Which Charged In The Wrong Direction.

She Was Very Young...she Still Expected Something From Life, She Did Not Understand That To Push An Inconvenient Person Over A Cliff Solves Nothing.