Love Is Like The Measles; We All

We Want Everything. All The Happiness That Earth And Heaven Are Capable Of Bestowing. Creature Comforts, And Heart And Soul Comforts Also; And, Proud-spirited Beings That We Are, We Will Not Be Put Off With A Part. Give Us Only Everything, And We Will Be Content. And, After All, Cinderella, You Have Had Your Day. Some Little Dogs Never Get Theirs. You Must Not Be Greedy. You Have Known Happiness. The Palace Was Paradise For Those Few Months, And The Prince's Arms Were About You, Cinderella, The Prince's Kisses On Your Lips; The Gods Themselves Cannot Take That From You.

A Spaniard Will Seek To Persuade You That The Bull-ring Is An Institution Got Up Chiefly For The Benefit Of The Bull.

Oh, Give Me Back The Good Old Days Of Fifty Years Ago,“ Has Been The Cry Ever Since Adam's Fifty-first Birthday.

What Readers Ask Nowadays In A Book Is That It Should Improve, Instruct, And Elevate. This Book Wouldn't Elevate A Cow.

He Is Very Imprudent, A Dog; He Never Makes It His Business To Inquire Whether You Are In The Right Or The Wrong, Never Asks Whether You Are Rich Or Poor, Silly Or Wise, Sinner Or Saint. You Are His Pal. That Is Enough For Him.