Things Are Seldom What They Seem.

I See No Objection To Stoutness, In Moderation.

If You Give Me Your Attention, I Will Tell You What I Am: I'm A Genuine Philanthropist--all Other Kinds Are Sham. Each Little Fault Of Temper And Each Social Defect In My Erring Fellow Creatures, I Endeavor To Correct.

He Led His Regiment From Behind. He Found It Less Exciting.

Saturday Afternoon, Although Occurring At Regular And Well-foreseen Intervals, Always Takes This Railway By Surprise.

On My Face Extended Flat I Was Walloped With A Cat For Listening At The Key-hole Of The Door.