Money Is The Fruit Of Evil, As

Life May As Properly Be Called An Art As Any Other.

A Wonder Lasts But Nine Days, And Then The Puppy's Eyes Are Open.

Tea! The Panacea For Everything From Weariness To A Cold To A Murder Love And Scandal Are The Best Sweeteners Of Tea.

Yes, I Had Two Strings To My Bow; Both Golden Ones, Egad! And Both Cracked.

Sir, Money, Money, The Most Charming Of All Things; Money, Which Will Say More In One Moment Than The Most Elegant Lover Can In Years. Perhaps You Will Say A Man Is Not Young; I Answer He Is Rich. He Is Not Genteel, Handsome, Witty, Brave, Good-humored, But He Is Rich, Rich, Rich, Rich, Rich -that One Word Contradicts Everything You Can Say Against Him.