In Baiting A Mousetrap With Cheese, Always

I Think Oysters Are More Beautiful Than Any Religion,' He Resumed Presently. 'they Not Only Forgive Our Unkindness To Them; They Justify It, They Incite Us To Go On Being Perfectly Horrid To Them. Once They Arrive At The Supper-table They Seem To Enter Thoroughly Into The Spirit Of The Thing. There's Nothing In Christianity Or Buddhism That Quite Matches The Sympathetic Unselfishness Of An Oyster.

The Cat Of The Slums And Alleys, Starved, Outcast, Harried, Still Keeps Amid The Prowlings Of Its Adversity The Bold, Free, Panther-tread With Which It Paced Of Yore The Temple Courts Of Thebes, Still Displays The Self-reliant Watchfulness Which Man Has Never Taught It To Lay Aside.

I Think She Must Have Been Very Strictly Brought Up, She's So Desperately Anxious To Do The Wrong Thing Correctly.

A Little Inaccuracy Sometimes Saves A Ton Of Explanation.

He Spends His Life Explaining From His Pulpit That The Glory Of Christianity Consists In The Fact That Though It Is Not True It Has Been Found Necessary To Invent It.