Great Socialist Statesmen Aren't Made, They're Still-born.

Monogamy Is The Western Custom Of One Wife And Hardly Any Mistresses.

On Horseback He Seemed To Require As Many Hands As A Hindu God, At Least Four For Clutching The Reins, And Two More For Patting The Horse Soothingly On The Neck.

His Socks Compelled One's Attention Without Losing One's Respect.

I Believe I Once Considerably Scandalized Her By Declaring That Clear Soup Was A More Important Factor In Life Than A Clear Conscience.

If He Had Unlimited Money At His Disposal, He Might Go Into The Wilds Somewhere And Shoot Big Game. I Never Know What The Big Game Have Done To Deserve It, But They Do Help To Deflect The Destructive Energies Of Some Of Our Social Misfits.