My Business In Life Is To Eat,

I Say What Other People Only Think, And When All The Rest Of The World Is In A Conspiracy To Accept The Mask For The True Face, Mine Is The Rash Hand That Tears Off The Plump Pasteboard And Shows The Bare Bones Beneath.

Let The Music Speak To Us Of Tonight, In A Happier Language Than Our Own.

I Have Noticed That The Christianity Of A Certain Class Of Respectable People Begins When They Open Their Prayer-books At Eleven O'clock On Sunday Morning, And Ends When They Shut Them Up Again At One O'clock On Sunday Afternoon. Nothing So Astonishes And Insults Christians Of This Sort As Reminding Them Of Their Christianity On A Week-day.

I Sadly Want A Reform In The Construction Of Children. Nature's Only Idea Seems To Be To Make Them Machines For The Production Of Incessant Noise.

I Never Paid You A Compliment, Rachel, In My Life. Successful Love May Sometimes Use The Language Of Flattery, I Admit. But Hopeless Love, Dearest, Always Speaks The Truth.