Astonishing Splashes Of Colour

You Always Know After You Are Two. Two Is The Beginning Of The End.

There Are Few More Impressive Sights In The World Than A Scotsman On The Make.

You Need Not Be Sorry For Her. She Was One Of The Kind That Likes To Grow Up. In The End She Grew Up Of Her Own Free Will A Day Quicker Than The Other Girls.

That Is Ever The Way. Tis All Jealousy To The Bride And Good Wishes To The Corpse.

I Know I'm Not Clever But I'm Always Right.