I think of an author as somebody who goes into the marketplace and put >>
He types his labored column -- weary drudge! Senile fudge and solemn: >>
The love of truth lies at the root of much humor. >>
Some, for renown, on scraps of learning dote, and think they grow immo >>
Why are not more gems from our great authors scattered over the countr >>
He presents me with what is always an acceptable gift who brings me ne >>
Too much traffic with a quotation book begets a conviction of ignorance in a sensitive reader. Not only is there a mass of quotable stuff he never quotes, but an even vaster realm of which he has never heard.