I Don't See How He Can Ever

It's Always Tea-time.

In Proceeding To The Dining-room, The Gentleman Gives One Arm To The Lady He Escorts--it Is Unusual To Offer Both.

Take Care Of The Sense And The Sounds Will Take Care Of Themselves.

I Believe This Thought, Of The Possibility Of Death - If Calmly Realised, And Steadily Faced Would Be One Of The Best Possible Tests As To Our Going To Any Scene Of Amusement Being Right Or Wrong.

If I Had A World Of My Own, Everything Would Be Nonsense. Nothing Would Be What It Is, Because Everything Would Be What It Isn't. And Contrariwise, What It Is, It Wouldn't Be. And What It Wouldn't Be It Would. You See?