He Was Never More Sinister Than When

I Know Not, Sir, Whether Bacon Wrote The Works Of Shakespeare, But If He Did Not, It Seems To Me That He Missed The Opportunity Of His Life.

I Do Loathe Explanations.

God Gave Us Memory So That We Might Have Roses In December.

It's A Sort Of Bloom On A Woman. If You Have It, You Don't Need To Have Anything Else, And If You Don't Have It, It Doesn't Much Matter What Else You Have. Some Women, The Few, Have Charm For All; And Most Have Charm For One. But Some Have Charm For None.

Times Have Changed Since A Certain Author Was Executed For Murdering His Publisher. They Say That When The Author Was On The Scaffold He Said Good-bye To The Minister And To The Reporters, And Then He Saw Some Publishers Sitting In The Front Row Below, And To Them He Did Not Say Good-bye. He Said Instead, "i'll See You Again."