Five Thousand People In One Society Might

I Want A House That Has Got Over All Its Troubles; I Don't Want To Spend The Rest Of My Life Bringing Up A Young And Inexperienced House.

It Is No More Effort For A Man To Be A Saint Than To Be A Sinner; It Becomes A Mere Matter Of Habit.

Opportunities Flit By While We Sit Regretting The Chances We Have Lost, And The Happiness That Comes To Us We Heed Not, Because Of The Happiness That Is Gone.

Oh, Give Me Back The Good Old Days Of Fifty Years Ago,“ Has Been The Cry Ever Since Adam's Fifty-first Birthday.

I Did Not Intend To Write A Funny Book, At First. I Did Not Know I Was A Humorist. I Have Never Been Sure About It. In The Middle Ages, I Should Probably Have Gone About Preaching And Got Myself Burnt Or Hanged.