Life's Perhaps The Only Riddle That We

Things Are Seldom What They Seem.

All Bayonets Are Bad.

If I Can Wheedle A Knife Or A Needle, Why Not A Silver Churn?

What Though I Cannot Meet My Bills? What Though I Suffer Toothache's Ills? What Though I Swallow Countless Pills?

Saturday Afternoon, Although Occurring At Regular And Well-foreseen Intervals, Always Takes This Railway By Surprise.