Ah! The Generals! They Are Numerous, But

You Cannot Make A Crab Walk Straight.

The Gods, My Dear Simple Fellow, Are A Mere Expression Coined By Vulgar Superstition. We Frown Upon Such Coinage Here.

Characteristics Of A Popular Politician: A Horrible Voice, Bad Breeding, And A Vulgar Manner.

Your Lost Friends Are Not Dead, But Gone Before, Advanced A Stage Or Two Upon That Road Which You Must Travel In The Steps They Trod.

These Impossible Women! How They Do Get Around Us! The Poet Was Right: Can't Live With Them, Or Without Them!