To Be Among People Who Are Smothered

I Think Oysters Are More Beautiful Than Any Religion,' He Resumed Presently. 'they Not Only Forgive Our Unkindness To Them; They Justify It, They Incite Us To Go On Being Perfectly Horrid To Them. Once They Arrive At The Supper-table They Seem To Enter Thoroughly Into The Spirit Of The Thing. There's Nothing In Christianity Or Buddhism That Quite Matches The Sympathetic Unselfishness Of An Oyster.

Once A Female, Always A Female. Nature Is Not Always Infallible But She Always Abides By Her Mistakes.

Her Frocks Are Built In Paris, But She Wears Them With A Strong English Accent.

The Young Have Aspirations That Never Come To Pass, The Old Have Reminiscences Of What Never Happened.

The Man Is A Common Murderer. A Common Murderer, Possible, But A Very Uncommon Cook.