Fate Is Usually Swift When She Deals

The Weariest Night, The Longest Day, Sooner Or Later Must Perforce Come To An End.

Fate Is Usually Swift When She Deals A Blow.

I Take It, Sir, That You Do Not Approve Of Our New Society." "approval, Sir, In My Opinion, Demands The Attainment Of Perfection. And In That Sense, You Rather Overrate The Charms Of Your Society. I'faith, For One Thing, It Does Seem Monstrous Ill-dressed For Any Society, Even A New One.

Odd's Fish, M'dear! The Man Can't Even Tie His Own Cravat!

We Must Prove To The World That We Are All Nincompoops