Ah, There Are No Children Nowadays.

Birth Is Nothing Without Virtue, And We Have No Claim To Share In The Glory Of Our Ancestors Unless We Endeavor To Resemble Them.

No Reason Makes It Right To Shun Accepted Ways From Stubborn Spite; And We May Better Join The Foolish Crowd Than Cling To Wisdom, Lonely Though Unbowed.

Tobacco Is The Passion Of Honest Men And He Who Lives Without Tobacco Is Not Worthy Of Living.

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.

The Ancients, Sir, Are The Ancients, And We Are The People Of Today.