Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink for fellows whom it hurts to think. >>
The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall >>
That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, the happy hi >>
A people who are still, as it were, but in the gristle, and not yet ha >>
American dreams are strongest in the hearts of those who have seen Ame >>
It was wonderful to find America, but it would have been more wonderfu >>
In every American there is an air of incorrigible innocence, which seems to conceal a diabolical cunning.