Life Is A Child Playing Round Your

One Can Be A Patriot, You Know, Without Making One's Wife Join The Breadline.

Saintliness Is Also A Temptation.

Believe Me; All Evil Comes From The Old. They Grow Fat On Ideas And Young Men Die Of Them.

All Children Are Sweet At Five. But At Twelve They Begin To Get Silly.

Life Is Very Nice, But It Has No Shape. The Object Of Art Is Actually To Give It Some And To Do It By Every Artifice Possible-truer Than The Truth.