Ah, There Are No Children Nowadays.

It's An Odd Job, Making Decent People Laugh.

Although I Am A Pious Man, I Am Not The Less A Man.

The Only People Who Can Be Excused For Letting A Bad Book Loose On The World Are The Poor Devils Who Have To Write For A Living.

We Are All Mortals, And Each Is For Himself.

Malicious Tongues Spread Their Poison Abroad And Nothing Here Below Is Proof Against Them.