I Was A Blacksmith's Boy But Yesterday;

It's Not My Business," Scrooge Returned. "it's Enough For A Man To Understand His Own Business, And Not To Interfere With Other People's. Mine Occupies Me Constantly.

Ah, If Only I Had Brought A Cigar With Me! This Would Have Established My Identity.

The Last Trumpet Ever To Be Sounded Shall Blow Even Algebra To Wreck.

Oh The Nerves, The Nerves; The Mysteries Of This Machine Called Man! Oh The Little That Unhinges It, Poor Creatures That We Are!

My Daughter, There Are Times Of Moral Danger When The Hardest Virtuous Resolution To Form Is Flight, And When The Most Heroic Bravery Is Flight.