Fashions, After All, Are Only Induced Epidemics.

Alcohol Is The Anesthesia By Which We Endure The Operation Of Life.

What Is Wrong With The Prosaic Englishman Is What Is Wrong With The Prosaic Men Of All Countries: Stupidity.

Better Keep Yourself Clean And Bright; You Are The Window Through Which You Must See The World.

Telling The Truth Is The Funniest Joke In The World.

A Dinner! How Horrible! I Am To Be Made The Pretext For Killing All Those Wretched Animals And Birds, And Fish! Thank You For Nothing. Now If It Were To Be A Fast Instead Of A Feast; Say A Solemn Three Days' Abstention From Corpses In My Honour, I Could At Least Pretend To Believe That It Was Disinterested. Blood Sacrifices Are Not In My Line