The More I See Of Dogs, The

Everybody's Tragedy Is Somebody's Nuisance.

The Ruder Lecturers Are, And The Louder Their Voices, The More Converts They Make To Their Opinions.

Progress? It Ought To Be Stopped, That's What I Say. If The Lord Meant Chickens To Come Out Of Incubators He'd Never Have Made Hens, It Stands To Reason.

What A Strange Distance There Is Between Ill People And Well Ones.

All Adventuring Is Rash, And All Innovations Dangerous. But Not Nearly So Dangerous As Stagnation And Dry Rot. From Grooves, Cliques, Clichés And Resignation - Good Lord Deliver Us!