Mother's Love Grows By Giving.

His Voice Was The Most Obnoxious Squeak I Ever Was Tormented With.

My Theory Is To Enjoy Life, But My Practice Is Against It.

For Thy Sake, Tobacco, I Would Do Anything But Die.

Fly Not Yet; 't Is Just The Hour When Pleasure, Like The Midnight Flower That Scorns The Eye Of Vulgar Light, Begins To Bloom For Sons Of Night And Maids Who Love The Moon.

Newspapers Always Excite Curiosity. No One Ever Puts One Down Without The Feeling Of Disappointment.