You Can't Be That Good; You Work

If Everybody Minded Their Own Business... The World Would Go Round A Deal Faster Than It Does.

The Proper Definition Of A Man Is An Animal That Writes Letters.

I Could Tell You My Adventures—beginning From This Morning,” Said Alice A Little Timidly; “but It’s No Use Going Back To Yesterday, Because I Was A Different Person Then.

Where One Is Hopelessly Undecided As To What To Say, There (as Confucius Would Have Said, If They Had Given Him The Opportunity) Silence Is Golden.

It's A Large As Life And Twice As Natural