How Strange It Is To See With

Grammar, Which Knows How To Control Even Kings.

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

There's A Sort Of Decency Among The Dead, A Remarkable Discretion: You Never Find Them Making Any Complaint Against The Doctor Who Killed Them!

I Recover My Property Wherever I Find It.

Innocence Is Not Accustomed To Blush. [fr., L'innocence A Rougir N'est Point Accoutumee.]