Oh, I May Be Devout, But I

Frankly, It's Good Enough To Lock Up In A Drawer.

It May Cost Me Twenty Thousand Francs; But For Twenty Thousand Francs, I Will Have The Right To Rail Against The Iniquity Of Humanity, And To Devote To It My Eternal Hatred.

Good Heavens! For More Than Forty Years I Have Been Speaking Prose Without Knowing It.

There's A Sort Of Decency Among The Dead, A Remarkable Discretion: You Never Find Them Making Any Complaint Against The Doctor Who Killed Them!

Man, I Can Assure You, Is A Nasty Creature.