It Is A Nuisance That Knowledge Can

Heaven Knows What Pains The Author Has Been At, What Bitter Experience He Has Endured And What Heartache Suffered, To Give Some Chance Reader A Few Hours' Relaxation Or To While Away The Tedium Of A Journey.

What Do We Any Of Us Have But Our Illusions? And What Do We Ask Of Others But That We Be Allowed To Keep Them?

The Prestige You Acquire By Being Able To Tell Your Friends That You Know Famous Men Proves Only That You Are Yourself Of Small Account.

The Humorist Has A Good Eye For The Humbug; He Does Not Always Recognize The Saint.

She Was A Fool And He Knew It And Because He Loved Her It Had Made No Difference.