We Must Not Think Of The Things

We Drink [to] One Another's Health And Spoil Our Own.

It Is No More Effort For A Man To Be A Saint Than To Be A Sinner; It Becomes A Mere Matter Of Habit.

I Can See The Humorous Side Of Things And Enjoy The Fun When It Comes; But Look Where I Will, There Seems To Me Always More Sadness Than Joy In Life.

I Can't Sit Still And See Another Man Slaving And Working. I Want To Get Up And Superintend, And Walk Round With My Hands In My Pockets, And Tell Him What To Do. It Is My Energetic Nature. I Can't Help It.

I Plodded Conscientiously Through The Twenty-six Letters, And The Only Malady I Could Conclude I Had Not Got Was Housemaid's Knee.