There Are Only Two Kinds

When The Habitually Even-tempered Suddenly Fly Into A Passion, That Explosion Is Apt To Be More Impressive Than The Outburst Of The Most Violent Amongst Us.

It Was A Little Skirmish Across A Century.

There Are, Fortunately, Very Few People Who Can Say That They Have Actually Attended A Murder.

The Old Fellow Seemed To Spot Deceit As If It Reeked Like A Goat.

But There Are Roughly Two Sorts Of Informed People, Aren't There? People Who Start Off Right By Observing The Pitfalls And Mistakes And Going Round Them, And The People Who Fall Into Them And Get Out And Know They're There Because Of That. They Both Come To The Same Conclusions But They Don't Have Quite The Same Point Of View.