Our Continual Desire For Praise

Music Wasn't Made To Make Us Wise, But Better Natured.

I Called My Cat William Because No Shorter Name Fits The Dignity Of His Character. Poor Old Man, He Has Fits Now, So I Call Him Fitz-william.

I've Never Known An Auctioneer To Lie Unless It Was Absolutely Necessary.

Occasions Are Rare; And Those, Who Know How To Seize Upon Them, Are Rarer.

It Is Not All Bad, This Getting Old, Ripening. After The Fruit Has Got Its Growth It Should Juice Up And Mellow. God Forbid I Should Live Long Enough To Ferment And Rot And Fall To The Ground In A Squash.